"I had to accept Mudge's offer. Even the acceptance was made as humiliating as it possibly could be. For Mudge deliberately let me see that his only motive was to get me out of the country. He did not care whether I knew his motive or not. I did not count," he cried, bitterly. "I was a mere pawn upon a chess-board. I had to withdraw from my candidature. My career was spoilt. What did they care--Mr. Mudge and your friend? I was got out of your way." "Oh, oh!" cried Millie; and Callon stepped quickly to her side. "Imagine what these months have been to me," he went on. "I was out there in Chili, without friends. I had nothing to do. Every one else upon the railway had his work, his definite work, his definite position. I was nothing at, all, a mere prisoner, in everybody's way, a man utterly befooled. But that was not the worst of it. Shall I be frank?" He made a pretence of hesitation. "I will. I will take the risk of frankness. I was sent away just when I had begun to think a great deal about you." Millie Stretton, who had been gazing into her companion's face with the utmost sympathy, lowered her eyes to the floor. But she was silent. "That was the worst," he continued softly. "I was angry, of course. I knew that I was losing the better part of two years----" And Millie interrupted him: "How did she know?" she exclaimed. "Who? Oh, Miss Mardale. Do you remember the evening she came to Whitewebs? I was waiting for you in the hall. You came down the stairs and ran up again. There was a mirror on the mantelpiece. She guessed then. Afterwards she and Mudge discussed us in the drawing-room. I saw them." Millie got up from her chair and moved to the fireplace. "It was on my account that you have lost two years, that your career has been injured," she said, in a low voice. She was really hurt, really troubled. "I am so very sorry. What return can I ever make to you? I will never speak to Pamela again." Callon crossed and stood beside her. "No, don't do that," he said. "It would be--unwise." Her eyes flashed up to his quickly, and as quickly fell. The colour slowly deepened in her cheeks. "What does it matter about my career?" he continued, with a smile. "I see you again. If you wish to make me a return, let me see you very often!"