"But Ugo can disprove it," he said, after a moment's thought.

"Only by confessing his own duplicity," she said, tranquilly.

"You will not marry him, Dorothy?"

She looked him full in the eyes, and no word could have answered
plainer than the disdain which swept across her lovely face.

"What do you think of me, Phil?" she asked, in hurt tones, and he
answered with his eyes because he could not trust his voice.

The longing to throw her arms about the man whose burning eyes had
set her heart afire was almost uncontrollable; the hope that he
would throw off restraint and cry out his love, drove her timidly
into silent expectancy. His whole soul surged to his lips and eyes,
but he fought back the words that would have made them both so
happy. He knew she loved him; the taintest whisper from him would
cause her lips to breathe the passion her eyes revealed. And yet he
was strong enough to bide his time.

How long this exquisite communion of thoughts lasted neither knew
nor cared. Through the leafy wood they drove, in utter silence, both
understanding, both revealing, both waiting. He dared not look at
the glorious, love-lit face, he dared not speak to her, he dared not
tempt the heart that might betray his head. It was he who at last