barrier would be broken through by the held-back flood of passion, and then Lady Agnes would run away from the man who had bought her.  And quite right, too, thought Chaldea, although she had no notion of permitting such an elopement to take place.  That Agnes would hold to her bargain all her life, because Hubert had fulfilled his part, never occurred to the girl.  She was not civilized enough to understand this problem of a highly refined nature.

Since the situation was so difficult, Lambert was glad to see the back of his cousin.  He escorted her to the door, but did not attend her through the wood.  In fact, they parted rather abruptly, which was wise.  All had been said that could be said, and Lambert had given his promise to share the burden with Agnes by acting the part of a lover who had never really been serious.  But it did not do to discuss details, as these were too painful, so the woman hurried away without a backward glance, and Lambert, holding his heart between his teeth, returned to the studio.  Neither one of the two noticed Chaldea crouching amongst the flowers.  Had they been less pre-occupied, they might have done so; as it was she escaped observation.

As soon as the coast was clear, Chaldea stole like a snake along the ground, through the high herbage of the garden, and beyond the circle of the mysterious monoliths.  Even across the lawns of the glade did she crawl, so as not to be seen, although she need not have taken all this trouble, since Lambert, with a set face and a trembling hand, was working furiously at a minor picture he utilized to get rid of such moods.  But the gypsy did not know this, and so writhed into the woods like the snake of Eden—­and of that same she was a very fair sample—­until, hidden by the boles of ancient trees, she could stand upright.  When she did so, she drew a long breath, and wondered what was best to be done.

The most obvious course was to seek Ishmael and make a lying report of the conversation.  That his wife should have been with Lambert would be quite enough to awaken the civilized gypsy’s jealousy, for after all his civilization was but skin deep.  Still, if she did this, Chaldea was clever enough to see that she would precipitate a catastrophe, and either throw Agnes into Lambert’s arms, or make the man run the risk of getting Pine’s knife tickling his fifth rib.  Either result did not appeal to her.  She wished to get Lambert to herself, and his safety was of vital importance to her.  After some consideration, she determined that she would boldly face the lover, and confess that she had overheard everything.  Then she would have him in her power, since to save the wife from the vengeance of the husband, although there was no reason for such vengeance, he would do anything to keep the matter of the visit quiet.  Of course the interview had been innocent, and Chaldea knew that such was the case.  Nevertheless, by a little dexterous lying, and some vivid word-painting, she could make things extremely unpleasant for the couple.  This being so, Lambert would have to subscribe to her terms.  And these were, that he should leave Agnes and marry her.  That there was such a difference in their rank mattered nothing to the girl.  Love levelled all ranks, in her opinion.