y, she looked up
when her mother said, "Consent to the Divorce," and answered, "I have
consented."

"And trust me," Mr. Sarrazin said fervently, "to see that Justice is
done, and to protect you in the meanwhile."

Mrs. Presty added her tribute of consolation.

"After all," she asked, "what is there to terrify you in the prospect
of a Divorce? You won't hear what people say about it--for we see no
society now. And, as for the newspapers, keep them out of the house."

Mrs. Linley answered with a momentary revival of energy:

"It is not the fear of exposure that has tortured me," she said. "When I
was left in the solitude of the night, my heart turned to Kitty; I felt
that any sacrifice of myself might be endured for her sake. It's the
remembrance of my marriage, Mr. Sarrazin, that is the terrible trial to
me. Those whom God has joined together, let no man put asunder. Is there
nothing to terrify me in setting that solemn command at defiance? I do
it--oh, I do it--in consenting to the Divorce! I renounce the vows
which I bound myself to respect in the presence of God; I profane the
remembrance of eight happy years, hallowed by true love. Ah, you needn't
remind me of what my husband has done. I don't forget how cruelly he has
wronged me; I don't forget that his own act has cast me from him. But
whose act destroys our marriage? Mine, mine! Forgive me, mamma; forgive
me, my kind friend--the horror that I have of myself forces its way to
my lips. No more of it! My child is my one treasure left. What must I do
next? What must I sign? What must I sacrifice? Tell me--and it shall be
done. I submit! I submit!"

Delicately and mercifully Mr. Sarrazin answered that sad appeal.

All that his knowledge, experience and resolution could suggest he
addressed to Mrs. Presty. Mrs. Linley could listen or not listen, as
her own wishes inclined. In the one case or in the other, her interests
would be equally well served. The good lawyer kissed her hand. "Rest,
and recover," he whispered. And then he turned to her mother--and became
a man of business once more.

"The first thing I shall do, ma'am, is to telegraph to my agent in
Edinburgh. He will arrange for the speediest possible hearing of our
case in the Court of Session. Make your mind easy so far."

Mrs. Presty's mind was by this time equally inaccessible to information
and advice. "I want to know what is to be done with those two men who
are watching the gate," was all she said