Love once felt, is sacred to him who feels:  mockery even of the ashes of love is an impossible desecration, one beyond the power of any man.  Then, if he had never loved her, why had he pretended?  Why have deceived her with a semblance of passion?

And the icy whisper of reason blew into her mental ear, the ugly word:  “Money.”

He opened the door for her, and without another word, she passed out into the dark night.  Only when she reached the tiny gate at the end of the flagged path, did she realize that he was walking with her.

“I can find my way alone through the woods,” she said coldly.  “I came alone.”

“It was earlier then,” he rejoined blandly, “and I prefer to see you safely as far as the park.”

And they walked on side by side in silence.  Overhead the melancholy drip of moisture falling from leaf to leaf, and from leaf to the ground, was the only sound that accompanied their footsteps.  Sue shivered beneath her damp cloak; but she walked as far away from him as the width of the woodland path allowed.  He seemed absorbed in his own thoughts and not to notice how she shrank from the slightest contact with him.

At the park gate he paused, having opened it for her to pass through.

“I must bid you good-night here, Suzanne,” he said lightly, “there may be footpads about and I must place your securities away under lock and key.  I may be absent a few days for that purpose....  London, you know,” he added vaguely.

Then as she made no comment: 

“I will arrange for our next meeting,” he said, “anon, there will be no necessity to keep our marriage a secret, but until I give you permission to speak of it, ’twere better that you remained silent on that score.”

She contrived to murmur: 

“As you will.”

And presently, as he made no movement towards her, she said: 

“Good-night!”

This time he had not even desired to kiss her.

The next moment she had disappeared in the gloom.  She fled as fast as she dared in the inky blackness of this November night.  She could have run for miles, or for hours, away! away from all this sordidness, this avarice, this deceit and cruelty!  Away! away from him!!

How glad she was that darkness enveloped her, for now she felt horribly ashamed.  Instinct, too, is cruel at times!  Instinct had been silent so long during the most critical juncture of her own folly.  Now it spoke loudly, warningly; now that it was too late.

Ashamed of her own stupidity and blindness! her vanity mayhap had alone led her to believe the passionate protestations of a liar.

A liar! a mean, cowardly schemer, but her husband for all that!  She owed him love, honor and obedience; if he commanded, she must obey; if he called she must fain go to him.

Oh! please God! that she had succeeded in purchasing her freedom from him by placing L500,000 in his hands.