In the library there were only books which Garth thought "worthy of the Canyon." But in her room there were a few French novels. It was the one place in the house, too, where there were pretty, frivolous decorations such as a Parisian beauty of the seventeenth, or an American of the twentieth, century would love. _That_ was what he thought of her! _She_ would crave such surroundings at the Grand Canyon, as well as in New York or London! She, and no one else whom he had ever planned to bring here! When Marise thought of that room, and the difference between it and all the others, she felt--not angry, for one _couldn't_ feel angry for small reasons, close to the greatness of the Canyon,--no, not angry, but pained, and--wistful. She was wistful because she could not help seeing that the things Garth must hastily have ordered for her pleasure were actually suited to her type, her personality, and she had growing pains of the spirit which made her long to climb high and higher, out of herself. Somehow that room seemed to represent herself: soft and vaguely sweet; pretty, perfumed, charming, fantastic and--forgetable. How should Garth have known that she would suddenly become a different self, irradiated by the sublime glory of this place? Why, even she hadn't known it, until she had begun to feel the change! And it had started at sight of the difference between those other, nobly simple rooms, which somehow matched the Canyon, and hers which childishly laughed in its face. Or--had Garth expected her to change, under the influence, which was like the influence of all the gods, and _wanted_ her to feel the difference as she was feeling it now? As she asked herself this question a pretty, half-breed Mexican maid flitted out upon the terrace and announced "Ze Earl of Sev'rance." Marise started. She need not have been surprised. She ought to have known (having heard of OEnone's death) that any day might bring Tony to her. But the truth was that, for the time--quite a long time--she had forgotten all about him. He didn't belong to the Grand Canyon! But suddenly she felt a desire to see what he would be like, confronting it. "Show Lord Severance out here," she directed the maid. And then, between the moment when the girl turned her back, and the moment when Tony stepped through an open window-door of the drawing-room, Marise had to realise that she faced a crisis--had to prepare for it. The red-gold light that always came from the Canyon like flame made Severance seem to have deep mauve rings under his eyes, an appearance which gave him a dissipated look. She began by not thinking him as deadly handsome as she had always thought him in London and sometimes in New York. No, certainly he didn't go well with Canyons and things like that! But, of course, he was tired. He had travelled fast, and a very long way--to meet _her_. She must remember this in his favour.