loggia and set them facing the sea--"and have our talk! I've begun
it--I'll go on! Tell me"--and she nestled down among the cushions,
watching Lady Kingswood seat herself in slower, less supple
fashion--"tell me--what does it feel like to be married?"

Lady Kingswood opened her eyes, surprised and amused.

"What does it feel like? My dear--?"

"Oh, surely you know what I mean!" pursued Morgana--"YOU have been
married. Well, when you were first married were you very, very happy?
Did your husband love you entirely without a thought for anybody or
anything else?--and were you all in all to each other?"

Lady Kingswood was quite taken aback by the personal directness of
these questions, but deciding within herself that Morgana must be
contemplating marriage on her own behalf, answered simply and
truthfully--

"My husband and I were very fond of each other. We were the best of
friends and good companions. Of course he had his military duties to
attend to and was often absent--"

"And you stayed at home and kept house,"--interpolated Morgana,
musingly--"I see! That is what all wives have to do! But I suppose he
just adored you?"

Lady Kingswood smiled.

"'Adore' is a very strong word to use, my dear!" she said--"I doubt if
any married people 'adore' each other! If they can be good friends and
rub along pleasantly through all the sorrows and joys of life together,
they should be satisfied."

"And you call that LOVE!" said Morgana, with a passionate thrill in her
voice--"Love! 'Love that is blood within the veins of time!' Just
'rubbing along pleasantly together!' Dear 'Duchess,' that wouldn't suit
ME!"

Lady Kingswood looked at her with interested, kind eyes.

"But then, what WOULD suit you?" she queried--"You know you mustn't
expect the impossible!"

"What the world calls the impossible is always the possible"--said
Morgana--"And only the impossible appeals to me!"

This was going beyond the boundary-line of Lady Kingswood's brain
capacity, so she merely remained agreeably quiescent.

"And when your child was born"--pursued Morgana--"did you feel a
wonderful ecstasy?--a beautiful peace and joy?--a love so great that it
was as if God had given you something of His Own to hold and keep?"

Lady Kingswood laughed outright.

"My dear girl, you are too idealistic! Having a baby is not at all a
romantic business!--quite the reverse! And babies are not interesting
till they 'begin to take notice' as the nurses s