Hedworth stood up as she paused, and leaned against the mantel, looking down at her. They were in her boudoir, a yellow satin room that looked like a large jewel-casket. Lady Carnath's long slender round figure betrayed its perfections in a gown of black chiffon; on her white neck and arms and in her black hair were many diamonds; she had dressed for the opera, then given the evening to Hedworth.

A man only looks to a woman who is in love with him as she imagines he looks. Was he in love with you?" "Yes, of course he was." "Did he tell you so?" The delicate red in Lady Carnath's dark cheek deepened. "Yes. He did." "Did you tell him that you loved him?" "Yes." "What did he do?" "I don't know that you have any right to be so curious." "Of course you need not answer if you don't wish.