"My father loves Lord Glengall."
"He loves you better, Pam. He will not want you to marry him, loving me."
"You take too much for granted."
"Oh, no, I don't, Pam! You are not the girl to love me seven months ago and love another man to-day. And your eyes betray you, darling!"
"And if my father chooses Lord Glengall before you?"
"Then I will tell him the choice does not rest with him. I will go to Lord Glengall himself."
"And if he should refuse to listen to you?"
"Then I will come to you, Pamela, my beloved."
She suddenly turned on him her beautiful, stormy eyes, and her face was full of tragedy.
"And I shall send you away," she said. "It is no question of loving. I shall not see you any more, Tony"—using the familiar name unconsciously—"never, I hope, after to-day. And I love you; I do love you, and if I might love you for ever I should be the happiest woman on earth. No, don't come near me, for I am saying good-bye to you. I decline to purchase my happiness, and even yours, at the cost of unhappiness to the best man I ever knew. Ah! go now, my love, and do not tempt me any more. You will soon forget me."