Heappearedtotakenoheed，andshesaidasecondtime，“Mr。
Winterborne！”
Evennowheseemednottohear，thoughapersoncloseenoughtohimtoseetheexpressionofhisfacemighthavedoubtedit；andshesaidathirdtime，withatimidloudness，“Mr。Winterborne！
What，haveyouforgottenmyvoice？”Sheremainedwithherlipspartedinawelcomingsmile。
Heturnedwithoutsurprise，andcamedeliberatelytowardsthewindow。“Whydoyoucallme？”hesaid，withasternnessthattookhercompletelyunawares，hisfacebeingnowpale。“Isitnotenoughthatyouseemeheremoilingandmuddlingformydailybreadwhileyouaresittingthereinyoursuccess，thatyoucan’trefrainfromopeningoldwoundsbycallingoutmyname？”