He stood beside her patiently, and yet impatiently. He was thinking of Nell even at that moment; wondering where she was, how soon he could get away from Lady Luce and find Nell. "You are staying here?" she asked, meaning at the Maltbys'. He nodded, thinking it well to leave her misconception uncorrected. "How strange! Drake, it--it is like Fate!" she murmured; and, indeed, she felt that it was. "Like Fate?" he asked. "Yes--that--that we should meet here, in this out-of-the way place, so soon. Oh, Drake, if you knew how glad I am!" She put out her hand and touched his arm with the timid touch, the suggestion of a caress, which women can convey so significantly. Drake glanced toward the open window apprehensively. Nell--any one--might come out any moment, and---- "Shall we walk to the end of the terrace?" he said. "You will catch cold----" As he spoke he looked down at her. There was only a man's inquiry, and consideration for a woman's bare shoulders, in the look; but to Nell, whose eyes were fixed upon him with an agonized intentness, it seemed that the look was eloquent of tenderness and passion. "Yes, yes," assented Lady Luce quickly. "Some one may come, and--and--we have so much to say, haven't we, Drake?" He drew her arm within his mechanically, as he would have drawn it if he had been leading her to a dance, or in to dinner, and they moved beyond Nell's hearing. Drake bit his lip, and glanced sideways toward the house. What could she have to say to him? and what did this sudden tenderness, this humility, of hers mean? Suddenly it occurred to him that she had seen his uncle, and heard of the old man's offer. Ten thousand a year was not a large income for one in Lady Lucille Turfleigh's position; but--well, she might have been tempted by it. His face hardened with an expression of cold cynicism which Nell had never seen. "What have we to say, Luce?" he asked. "I thought you and I had exhausted all topics of absorbing interest when we parted the other day." She winced, and looked up at him reproachfully. "Oh, how cruel of you, Drake!" she murmured, "As if I hadn't suffered enough!" "Suffered!" He smiled down at her, with something as nearly approaching a sneer as Drake Selbie could bring himself to bestow upon a woman. "Yes. Drake, did you think I was quite heartless? that--I--I--did what I did without suffering? Ah, no, you couldn't think that; you know me too well." Her audacity brought a smile to his lips, and he found it difficult to restrain a laugh of amusement. It was because he had learned to know her so well that he himself had not suffered a pang at their broken engagement--at least, no pang since he had learned to know and love Nell. Where was she? How could he get away from this woman, whose face was upturned to him with passionate pleading on it? "Have you seen my uncle lately?" he asked grimly, but with a kind of suddenness.