“It was not,” replied Eugene composedly, “in the least true. I came here, because I had information that I should find you here.”

“Can you imagine why I left London, Mr. Wrayburn?”

“I am afraid, Lizzie,” he openly answered, “that you left London to get rid of me. It is not flattering to my self-love, but I am afraid you did.”

“I did.”

“How could you be so cruel?”