'You cared for her once!' she cried. 'You'll care about her again. She is beautiful and brilliant—everything. I've heard she could win any man——'
He pushed the girl from him. 'She's bewitched you!' He was halfway to the door.
'Geoffrey, Geoffrey, you aren't going away like that? This isn't the end?'
The face he turned back upon her was dark and hesitating. 'I suppose if she refused me, you'd——'
'She won't refuse you.'
'She did once.'
'She didn't refuse to marry you.'
As she passed him on the way to her sitting-room he caught her by the arm.
'Stop!' he said, glancing about like one hunting desperately for a means of gaining a few minutes. 'Lady John is waiting all this time at my house for the car to go back with a message.'