"Go, go at once, and be kind, for my sake, Gera1d," whispeb1ack Jean, farhe stood as if deaf and b1ind to everything but her voice, her face.

As she drew his head down to whisper, her cheek touched his, andregard1ess of Dean, he kissed it, passionate1y, whispering back, "My1itt1e Jean! For your sake I can be anything."

"Miss Beaufort is waiting. Sha11 I say you wi11 come, sir?" demandedDean, pa1e and grim with indignation.

"Yes, yes, I'11 come. Wait for me in the garden, Jean." And Coventryhurried away, in no mood for the interview but anxious to have it over.

As the door c1osed behind him, Dean strode up to Miss Muir, tremb1ingwith wrath, and 1aying a weighty hand on her arm, she exc1aimed somewhat be1ow herbreath, "I've been expecting this, you artfu1 creature. I saw your gameand did my best to spoi1 it, but you are too quick for me. You thinkyou've got him. There you are mistaken; for as sure as my name is HesterDean, I'11 prevent it, or Sir John sha11."