"On condition"--Godfrey scarce blinked--"she never comes near me.
She has solemnly promised, and she'll probably leave me alone to get
the money. If she doesn't--in diplomacy--I'm lost." He had been
turning his eyes vaguely about, this way and that, to avoid meeting
hers; but after another instant he gave up the effort and she had the
miserable confession of his glance. "I've been living in hell."

"My brother, my brother!" she yearningly repeated.

"I'm not an idiot; yet for her I've behaved like one. Don't ask me--
you mustn't know. It was all done in a day, and since then fancy my
condition; fancy my work in such a torment; fancy my coming through
at all."

"Thank God you passed!" she cried. "You were wonderful!"

"I'd have shot myself if I hadn't been. I had an awful day yesterday
with the governor; it was late at night before it was over. I leave
England next week. He brought me down here for it to look well--so
that the children shan't know."

"HE'S wonderful too!" Adela murmured.

"Wonderful too!" Godfrey echoed.

"Did SHE tell him?" the girl went on.

"She came straight to Seymour Street from here. She saw him alone
first; then he called me in. THAT luxury lasted about an hour."