ve done who saw the young fellow
at that moment, and noted the strength and determination of the handsome
face. Arthur Saville was not a man whose life could be wrecked by a
woman's folly; there was a future before him, and the time would come
when those who loved him would glory in his achievements.

In one of the bitterest moments of her life Rosalind Darcy realised that
when this time arrived, she herself would have neither part nor lot in
his successes!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

When Peggy was dressing for dinner that evening a knock came to her
door, and Arthur's voice demanded entrance. She flew to meet him, and
felt her spirits go up at a bound at the sight of his smile.

"Have you come to say you have forgiven me?" she asked, linking her arm
in his, and shaking back the mane of hair which fell over the white
dressing-gown. "I am so thankful to see you, for I am appallingly
hungry, and yet to eat a crumb while you were still angry with me, would
have been a moral impossibility. I did not know how to get through
dinner."

"Angry! When was I angry? I was never angry with you, Peggy kins, that
I know of!"

"Oh, Arthur! This very afternoon. A most lacerating glance. It cut
into me like knives."

Arthur laughed; a short, half-hearted laugh which ended in a sigh.

"Oh, is that all? I was annoyed for a moment, but it seems a small
cause for so much emotion. Can't you bear even a glance of disapproval,
young lady?"

"No, I can't! Not from people I love, for I do love them so badly, that
there's no peace or comfort for me unless they are pleased with me in
return. I am not blaming you, dear, but it was the first time, you see,
that you have ever taken part against me."

"Ah, well, it won't happen again; it's the last time as well as the
first!" sighed Arthur wearily. "I came to tell you, Peg, that Rosalind
and I have come to a definite understanding. You knew so much that it
is only fair that you should know the whole. You will soon be asked to
congratulate her on her engagement to Lord Everscourt."

Peggy marched to the other end of the room, aimed a deliberate blow at
an unoffending wicker work-table and hurled it to the ground. She
glared with an expression of savage satisfaction at the miscellaneous
articles scattered broadcast over the floor, curled her lips scornfully
at her own reflection in the glass, and finally walked back to Arthur's
side, and exclaimed in a tragic voice:

"I knew