270 MOLLY BAWN.
the moment carried away by the strangeness and determina¬
tion of his manner.
When they are in the garden, and stUl he has not
.^oken, she breaks the silence.
' Wh.at is it, Teddy ?' she asks lightly. ' I am all curio-
sitv. I never before saw you look so angry.'
' " Angry"—no—I hardly think there is room for
an?er. I have brought you here to tell you—I wiU not
keep to my engagement with you—an hour longer,'
Silence foUows this declaration—a dead silence, broken
only by the voices of the night and the faint, sweet, dreamy
Bound of one of Gungl's waltzes as it steals through the air
to where they stand.
They have ceased to move, and are facing each other in
the narrow pathway. A few beams from the illumined
I cuse fall across their feet; one, more adventurous than the
rest, has lit on IMolly's face, and lingers there, regardless of
tho envious moonbeams.
How changed it is ! All the soft sweetness, the gladness
of it, that characterised it a moment since, is gone. All the
girlish happiness and excitement of a first ball has vanished.
She is cold, rigid, as one turned to stone. Indignation Ues
within her lovely eyes.
' I admit you have taken me by surprise,' she says
slowly. ' It ia customary—is it not ?—for the one who
breaks an entjagement to assign some reason for so doing?'
' It is. You shall have my reason. Half an hour ago I
stood at that window '—pointing to it—'and saw you in the
' Yes ? And then ?'
' Then—then !' With a movement full of passion he
lays his hands upon her shoulders and turns her slightly, so
that the ray which has wandered once more rests upon her
face. ' Let me look at you,' he says; ' let me see how
bravely you can carry out your deception to its end. Its
end, mark you; for you shall never again deceive me. I
have had enough of it. It is over. My love for you has died.'
'Beyond all doubt it had an easy death,' re])lies she
calmly. ' There could never have been much life in it. But
all this is beside the question. I have j'et to learn my
crime. I have yet to learn what awful iniquity lies in the
fact of my being with Philip Shadwell.