seen in her the fire he saw then. There was a spark of light in her eyes, a color on her cheek. She had chosen her dress with distinct care for its luxurious richness. His exclamation, as she entered buttoning her long, delicate glove, was a repressed oath. He exulted in her. His fear for her was gone, and only this exultation remained.
"You've made up your mind to that?" he said. He wanted to make her say more.
"I am going to see your mother," she answered. "That will take me outside of the town, then I shall drive back again—slowly. They shall understand me at least."
She let him lead her out to the carriage, which by this time was waiting. After she was seated in it, she bent forward and spoke to him.
"Tell my father where I am going and why," she said.
