MADAME DE TREYMES
her whole self drawn to him in the first yielding of her lips, doubt perforce gave way to the lover's happy conviction that such love was after all too strong for the powers of darkness.
It was only when they sat again in the blissful after-calm of their understanding, that he felt the pricking of an unappeased distrust.
"Did Madame de Treymes give you any reason for this change of front?" he risked asking, when he found the distrust was not otherwise to be quelled.
"Oh, yes: just what I've said. It was really her admiration of you—of your attitude—your delicacy. She said that at first she had n't believed in it: they're always looking for a hidden motive. And when she found that yours was staring at her in the actual words you said: that you
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