"I've sent Mr Matheson away," faltered Elaine.
"I guessed that. But will he stay away from you?"
"Yes."
"I doubt it."
"We've said good-bye!"
"But he writes to you?"
There was an answer in her silence.
"He writes to you. That means a great deal—a very great deal."
"What do you want from me?" cried the tortured girl.
"Reparation," was the grave answer.