"I am furious," said Charles Rex royally.
She shook her head at him. "You're not in earnest--and it wouldn't help
you if you were. Besides, you couldn't be angry with the poor little
thing. Charlie, you love her, don't you? You--you want her back?"
He shifted his position slightly so that the smoke of his cigarette did
not float in her direction. His smile had a whimsical twist. "Do I want
her back?" he said. "On my oath, it's hard to tell."
"Oh, surely!" Maud said. She rose impulsively and stood beside him.
"Charlie," she said, "why do you wear a mask with me? Do you think I
don't know that she is all the world to you?"
He looked at her, and the twisted smile went from his face. "There is
no woman on this earth that I can't do without," he said. "I learnt
that--when I lost you."
"Ah!" Maud's voice was very pitiful. Her hand came to his. "But
this--this is different. Why should you do without her? You know she
loves you?"
His fingers closed spring-like about her own. A certain hardness was in
his look. "If she loves me," he said, "she can come back to me of her own
accord."
"But if she is afraid?" Maud pleaded.
"She has no reason to be," he said. "I have claimed nothing from her.
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