With a swift movement Enid stopped him. She was quivering violently, but she held her head high.
"Yes," she said, distinctly. "Yes, you are quite right. There is more in this matter than his love for me. There is also my love for him!"
Her eyes were blazing; her heart was beating fast. With an agitation equal to Bale-Corphew's own she moved to the fireplace and pressed the bell.
When the servant appeared she turned to her.
"Norris," she said, in a quiet voice, "show Mr. Bale-Corphew out."
CHAPTER IX
here are few phases of human existence more interesting than that in which a young and sensitive woman is compelled by circumstances to cast aside the pleasant artifices, the carefully modulated emotions of a sheltered life, and to face the realities of fact and feeling.