But she did not yield to him entirely.

“Are you a married man?” she asked at length.

“What if I am?” he said.

She did not answer.

“I don't ask you whether you're married or not,” he said.

“You know jolly well I'm not,” she answered hotly.

Oh, if she could only break away from him, if only she need not yield to him.

At length her will became cold against him. She had escaped. But she hated him for her escape more than for her danger. Did he despise her so coldly? And she was in torture of adherence to him still.

“Shall I see you next week —