"No, but that shall be done to morrow."
"Yes, to-morrow—but that gives me breathing time. You will be patient and forbearing with me." She put forward her hands folded and he put his outside them and pressed them. The flicker of the fire lent a little color to her cheeks and surrounded her head with an aureole of spun gold.
"Judith, I will do anything you ask. I love you with all my soul, past speaking. I am your slave. But do not hold me too long in chains, do not tread me too ruthlessly under foot."
"Give me time," she pleaded.
"I will give you a little time," he answered.
Then she withdrew her hands from between his and sped up stairs, leaving him looking into the fire with troubled face.
When she returned to her room the candles were still burning, and the diamonds lay on the dressing-table where she had left them. She took the brooch and earrings to return them to their box, and then noticed for the first time that they were wrapped in paper, not in cotton-wool. She tapped at her aunt's door, and entering asked if she had any cotton-wool that she could spare her.
"No. I have not. What do you want it for?"
"For the jewelry. It cannot have come from a shop, as it was wrapped in paper only."
"It will take no hurt Wrap it in paper again."
"I had rather not, auntie. Besides, I have some cotton-wool in my work-box."
"Then use it."
"But my work-box has not been brought here. It is at Mr. Menaida's."
"You can fetch it to-morrow."
"But I am lost without my needles and thread. Besides, I do not like to leave my work-box about. I will go for it. The walk will do me good."
"Nonsense, it is falling dark."
"I will get Uncle Zachie to walk back with me. I must have my work-box. Besides, the fresh air will do me good, and the fog has lifted."
"As you will, then."
So Judith put on her cloak and drew a hood over her head and went back to Polzeath. She knew the way
