s repented. We women are quick to find out those
things, you know," she added, "and I am sure that I am right. She has
never married any one else. I do not believe that she ever will."

"It is too late," Mannering said. "A union between us now could only lead
to unhappiness. The disintegration of parties is slowly commencing, and I
think that the next few years will find me still further apart than I am
to-day from my old friends. Berenice"--he slipped so easily into calling
her so--"is heart and soul with them."

"At least," Hester said, "I think that for both your sakes you should
give her the opportunity of choosing."

"Even that," he said, "would not be wise. We are man and woman still, you
see, Hester, and there are moments when sentiment is strong enough to
triumph over principle and sweep our minds bare of all the every-day
thoughts. But afterwards--there is always the afterwards. The conflict
must come. Reason stays with us always, and sentiment might weaken with
the years."

She shook her head.

"The Duchess is a woman," she said, "and the hold of all other things
grows weak when she loves. Give her the chance."

"Don't!" Mannering exclaimed, almost sharply. "You can't see this matter
as I do. I have vowed my life now. I have seen my duty, and I have kept
my face turned steadily towards it. Once I was contented with very
different things, and I think that I came as near happiness then as a man
often does. But those days have gone by. They have left a whole world of
delightful memories, but I have locked the doors of the past behind me."

Hester shook her head.

"You are making a mistake," she said. "Two people who love one another,
and who are honest in their opinions, find happiness sooner or later if
they have the courage to seek for it. Don't you know," she continued,
after a moment's pause, "that--she understood? I always like to think
what I believe to be the truth. She went away to leave you free."

Mannering rose to his feet and pointed to the clock.

"It is time that you and I were in bed, Hester," he said. "Remember that
we have a busy morning."

"It seems a pity," she murmured, as she wished him good-night. "A great
pity!"

CHAPTER III

SUMMONED TO WINDSOR

Berenice, who had just returned from making a call, was standing in the
hall, glancing through the cards displayed upon a small round table. The
major-domo of her household came hurrying out from his office.

"There is a