d his mighty will to subdue her. She did not sleep for thinking of him on the Sunday night. Toward morning a fit of hazy horrors, which others would have deemed

is energies and aptitudes, her humour added in the tide of his anxiet

mple disturbance in Lord Ormont's condition of health, and he conveyed just enough of disturban

my lord that Dr. Rewkes had done the spiriting required of

owsley,' she said, rel

here, Charlotte. Shall I order

aten. Rewkes tells me y

st anything?' Prouder man, and heartier an

e country to right

n't a

y wants you

ck the arm of his chair. 'I live at Steignton henceforth; my wife is at a seaside place eastward. She left the jewel- case when on her journey through London for

prefer dec

her house

mean, I shall be civil. The socie

Countess of Ormont if you

y this, the woman who keeps you from servin

or what you call my country's treatment of me. It 's a choic

's do

ay your

n't deny she's a ha

Ormont takes her place in our fa

t my ears,

when it has the honou

suspiciousl

ween the wo

crew the world to any pitch you

head approve

the Danmores, the Dukerlys, the Carminter

sterday a reply from Lady Danmo

amily; and I 'm not in it, and while I stand out of it,

ect comprehensi

nst your conduct, and your Countess of

's a step. You 'll be running at h

t it thicken. That man Morsfield's name mixed up with a sham Countess of Ormont, in the sto

ck, Charlotte, is kno

morning's post

nd to you in two minutes'; and thinking once more: Queer world it is,

etorts to his last observation, rightly conjecturing th

as interesting, or it w

e reading. He revert

way, with a sudden drop on the signature, a recommencement, a sound in the throat, as when men grasp a comprehensible sen

news,

breath fe

her chair, and wal

ike to hear if I

pondered on the word

can't see my brother loo

table to her. She read these

DEAR

erhaps immoderate ambition, has taxed your generosity; and though the store may be inexhaustible, it is not truly the married state when a wife subjects the husband to such a trial. The release is yours, the sadness is for me. I have latterly seen or suspected a design on your part to m

release. My confession of a change of feeling to you as a wife, writes the close of all relations betwe

her conscience about t

otte

ed Ah! of execration

her knowledge of woman's, would ou

to her suspicion. A man there certainly was. He would be probably a young man. He would not necessarily be a handsome man. . . . or a titled or a wealthy man. She might have set eyes on a gypsy somewhere round Great Marlow-blo

ondon house, under charge of her maid Carstairs. The affairs of the household were stated very succin

orderly array of items, in a tone of rasping irony, to c

icture of his loss. Nothing written by her touched him to pierce him so shrewdly; nothing could

pecting you to

the agony of a strong man convulsed both to render and c

e face of a rock. The big sob shook him, and she was shaken to the dust by the sight. Now she was advised by her deep affection for her brother to sit patient and du

nd. Lord Ormont stood up to bow her forth. His ruddied skin had gone to pallor resemb