Still Dinah Gurdon could not know this as she lay there, torn by the mental fever which made her temples throb. Loved--loved by one who idolised her, and who had made her heart awaken and unfold to the true meaning of the great passion of human life. He loved her as she loved him, and she had let him press her in his arms; she had thrilled beneath his kisses, and all as in a dream of joy and delight. Safe, too, with him near to cherish and protect. Then he had left her, and the old cloud of horror and dread had come back, and with it the still small voice of conscience out of the darkness of her heart. Ought she not to have spoken? Ought she not to have whispered to her father, or failing him, to have confided in their old servant--the only woman near--the terror of that day, and how she had been haunted since? Always the same reply as her woman's heart rebelled and shrank from the confession. How could she? She dared not. She would sooner have died than made the avowal, while there before her, looming up, the precursors of a storm, were the black clouds of the future, and Michael Sturgess's words vibrating always in her ears. CHAPTER TWENTY TWO. BAD OMENS. "No insolence, sir!" "What?" "I say no insolence, sir. I am aware of the fact that you are an excellent workman and valuable to me here, but you are presuming on those facts, and I warn you that if ever you dare to answer me in that way again, we part on the instant." "What way?" "As you addressed me a short time back. Michael Sturgess, I have long noticed your insolent, overbearing ways with the men. They are beginning to resent it. I have had several complaints from them, and all this must end, if you are to stay here." "If I'm to stay here, eh? I daresay if the company is tired of the way in which I have made this old mine pay, I can soon get another engagement." "My good man," said Clive Reed coldly and dispassionately, "prosperity is making you lose your head, and it is an act of kindness to disillusionise you before you go too far and lose a valuable appointment." The man glared at him as they stood together in one of the dark passages of the mine, close to an old shaft which descended to a lower line of workings. "Let me tell you, once for all, that, though you have worked well, you are in no wise answerable for the success of the mine, and that it would have been quite as prosperous if Michael Sturgess had not been here." "Oh, indeed!" said the man insolently; and Reed flushed angrily, but controlled his rising temper, and went on calmly enough. "Secondly, let me disabuse your mind of the idea that it is open to you to appeal to the company against any decision of mine. Understand this, sir: my power here is supreme, and, though I should be reluctant to exercise that power against a good workman, the trouble of obtaining a successor in your post would not be great, and I should exercise that power sharply and firmly, if I had just cause."