"Millie," he said softly.
She sat up quickly. He hardly knew what expression he had expected to see; but the indignation of her eyes was a surprise.
"Oh, I wonder how you dare come near me!" she cried.
"I won't come near you. I'll stay outside here," he said hastily, with a bewildered sense of having lost the thread of the situation.
"You certainly won't come in at my invitation."
"No, of course," he said meekly, his head fairly spinning with wonder; "but I thought you would see I had to come and beg your pardon."
She stood up, withdrawing herself into the room, as if she meant to escape.
"There are things that are unpardonable," she said coldly.
He contemplated this idea. "Do you mean that you never can forgive me?"
"Perhaps I mean that I never can forgive myself," she said chokingly. "You—you have humbled my pride to the dust. Lance ... trusts me, and I have ... How am I to face him?"