"What is it?" she said. "Simply that you will never have anything more to do with him without my knowledge--and consent." He uttered the words with the same pitiless distinctness as had characterized his speech when dictating to Kieff. She drew sharply. "Oh, but why--why ask such a promise of me when you have only just proved your own belief in me?" "How have I done that?" he said. "By taking my part before all those horrible men downstairs." She suppressed a hard shudder. "By--defending my honour." Burke's face remained immovable. "I was defending my own," he said. "I should have done that--in any case." She made a little hopeless movement with her hands and dropped them to her sides. "Oh, how hard you are!" she said, "How hard--and how cruel!" He lifted his shoulders slightly, and turned away in silence. Perhaps there was more of forbearance in that silence than she realized. He did not ask her where she had been with Kelly or comment upon the fact that she had been out at all. Only after a brief pause he told her that they would not leave till the following day as he had some business to attend to. Then to her relief he left her. At least he had promised that he would not go in search of Guy! Later in the evening, a small packet was brought to her which she found to contain some money in notes wrapped in a slip of paper on which was scrawled a few words. "I have done my best with young G., but he is rather out of hand for the present. I enclose the 'loan.' Just put it back, and don't worry any more. Yours, D. K." She put the packet away with a great relief at her heart. That danger then, had been averted. There yet remained a chance for Guy. He was not--still he was not--quite beyond redemption. If only--ah, if only--she could have gone to Burke with the whole story! But Burke had become a stranger to her. She had begun to wonder if she had ever really known him. His implacability frightened her almost more than his terrible vindictiveness. She felt that she could never again turn to him with confidence. That silence that lay between them was like an ever-widening gulf severing them ever more and more completely. She believed that they would remain strangers for the rest of their lives. Very curiously, those three words which she had read upon the tree served to strengthen this conviction. They were, indeed, to her as a message from the dead. The man who had written them had ceased to exist. Guy might have written them in the old days, but his likeness to Guy was no more. She saw them both now with a distinctness that was almost cruel--the utter weakness of the one, the merciless strength of the other. And in the bitterness of her soul she marvelled that either of them had ever managed to reach her heart.