"Stop in my room when you come up," she said. "I shan't close my eyes till you do." Then gathering her shining draperies about her she left the room. Even after Miss Bennett had gone her suggestion remained with Lydia. Would that man have any such idea? Would he think her sending for him at such an hour had any flattering significance? Or would he see that it was proof of her utter contempt for him--of her belief that she was his superior, the master mind of the two, whatever their situation? As for love-making--let him try it! Her blow would be all the more effective if it could be delivered while he was on his knees. With an absurd, hurried, tingling stroke the little clock struck midnight. Strange, she thought, that waiting for something certain stretched the nerves more than uncertainty. She knew O'Bannon would come--or did she? Would he dare do that? Leave her sitting waiting for him and never come at all? Undoubtedly he had taken Eleanor back to her hotel. Were they laughing together over her note? At that instant she heard the distant buzz of the front doorbell. Every nerve in her body vibrated at the sound. Then the drawing-room door opened and closed behind O'Bannon. The fly had walked into the parlor, she said to herself--a great big immaculately attired fly. Seeing him there before her all her nervousness passed away, and she was conscious of nothing but joy--a joy as inspiring as if it were founded on something holier than hatred; joy that at last her moment had come. She waited a second for his apology, and then she said quite in the manner of a great lady who without complaining is conscious of what is due to her, "You're late." "I walked up," he said. "It's a lovely night." "You have wondered why I sent for you?" "Of course." She sank lazily into a chair by the fire. "Sit down," she said graciously, as if she were according the privilege to an old servant who might hesitate otherwise. He shook his head. "No," he answered; "I can't stay but a minute. It's after twelve." He leaned his elbow on the mantelpiece and took up the jade dog that stood there, examining its polished surfaces. Lydia was well content with this arrangement. It made her feel more at ease. She let a silence fall, and in the silence he raised his eyes from the dog and looked at her as if he were reluctant to do so. He said, "I'm glad to see you here--back in your normal surroundings." Thank heaven she did not have to be dovelike any more. "Oh, are you?" she said derisively. "Didn't you enjoy your little visit to me in prison?" He shook his head slowly. "Then may I ask why you came?" "I don't think I shall tell you that." "Do you think I don't know?" she asked with a sudden fierceness. "I really haven't thought whether you knew or not." "You came to get just what you did get--the full savor of the humiliation of my position." "My God," he answered coolly, "and they say women have intuition!"