o do?
There had of late been something about Diana that called for this
consideration. She had grown so quiet and pale. Her gay laughter was
seldom heard, and though she still sat about with Bellew a great deal, no
one ever heard them talking much. They seemed to revel in silence. It
was not difficult to divine what spell was upon them, and April was more
glad than she could tell.

For if it came to pass that Diana should get something out of this
masquerade, something beyond mere frivolous enjoyment, then the means
would have justified the end, and neither would have cause for reproach.
How fitting, too, for Diana and Bellew, both of the same world and social
position, to find each other in such a disinterested way. Really, it
looked as if everything were for the best in the best of all possible
worlds. It was only when Sarle's clear gaze was upon her that April's
soul stirred with a sense of guilt and a longing to discontinue the
deceit, harmless as it was. His simple, candid personality made it
impossible to remain with him and not be sincere. A very panic of haste
seized her to find Diana and arrange some plan of action. Abruptly she
left him, and though dancing had begun and she saw her partner bearing
down on her, she fled in the direction of the music saloon, where Diana
and Bellew might most frequently be found. But they were nowhere in
sight, and their dusky and palm-sheltered corner was in possession of
Mrs. Stanislaw, who instantly pounced on April with a request for her
autograph. Everyone was walking about with birthday and autograph books
that night. Others were carrying about large photographs of the ship and
begging people to sign their names upon it, as a souvenir of the voyage.
These things are done upon every trip to the Cape.

While April stood turning the pages of the autograph album and wondering
what name to put down, she got one of the worst jolts of her life.

"I have found out two very interesting things," said Mrs. Stanislaw, in
her soft and serpentine manner. "The woman whose children Miss Poole is
going to governess at the Cape is Cora Janis, one of my most intimate
friends. And . . ." she paused dramatically. April's fingers still
fluttered the pages, but her heart took a bound and then stood still.

"How very interesting," she stammered, "and what else?"

"Captain Bellew is a married man!"

PART II

April closed the book and handed it back without writing anythi