“Then be seated.”

“It is not worth the while, sir. I am not staying.” He advanced one step towards her with that in his face that made her sink hurriedly on to the couch.

He nodded smiling.

“You are wise, Diana.”

“Why so free with my name, sir?” This with icy sweetness.

Tracy flung himself down beside her, his arm over the back of the settee and the fingers of his drooping hand just touching her shoulder. It was all the girl could do to keep from screaming. She felt trapped and helpless, and her nerve was in pieces.

“Nay, sweet! An end to this quibbling. Bethink you, is it worth your while to anger me?”

She sat rigid and silent.