The sharp eyes of the chaperone flitted to and fro from the girl to the man. "You see?" she said, with the faint shadow of a smile. "She does not know you."
"I do not know you," said Elizabeth. "Of that I am sure."
"But, dear--the songs--the little verses--"
"She does not know you," said the chaperone. "You must not.... You have made a mistake. You must not go on talking to us after that. You must not annoy us on the public ways."
"But--" said Denton, and for a moment his miserably haggard face appealed against fate.
"You must not persist, young man," protested the chaperone.
" Elizabeth! " he cried.
Her face was the face of one who is tormented. "I do not know you," she cried, hand to brow. "Oh, I do not know you!"
For an instant Denton sat stunned. Then he stood up and groaned al
