sh, Rule. And be glad to do so. Glad
to do anything that will please you," she earnestly assured him.

"Then promise that whatever may happen, you will never tell any human
being what you have told me to-night."

"I promise this on my honor, Rule."

"Promise that you will never repeat one word of this interview between
us to any living being."

"I promise this, also, on my honor, Rule."

"That is all I ask, and it is exacted for your own sake, dear. The fair
name of a woman is so white and pure that the smallest speck can be seen
upon it. And now, dear, it is nearly eleven o'clock. Will you ring for
your maid and go to your room? I have letters to write--in the
library--which, I think, will occupy me the whole night," he said, as he
took her hand and gently raised her to her feet.

At that moment a servant entered, bringing a card.

Mr. Rothsay took it toward the portiere and read it by the light of the
chandelier in the front room.

"Show the gentleman to the library, and say that I will be with him in a
few minutes," said Rothsay.

"If you please, sir, the lights are out and the library locked. I did
not know that it would be wanted again to-night. But I will light up,
sir."

"Wax candles? It would take too long. Show the gentleman into this front
room," said the governor-elect.

The servant went to do his bidding.

Then Rothsay turned to Cora, saying:

"I must see this man, dear, late as it is! I will bid you good night
now. God bless you, dear."

And without even a farewell kiss, Rothsay passed out.

And Cora did not know that he had gone for good.

She rang for her maid and retired to her room, there to pass a
sleepless, anxious, remorseful night.

What would be the result of her confession to her husband? She dared not
to conjecture.

He had been gentle, tender, most considerate, and most charitable to her
weakness, never speaking of his own wrongs, never reproaching her for
inconstancy.

He had said, in effect, that he would come to an understanding with her
later, when they both should be stronger.

When would that be? To-morrow?

Scarcely, for the ceremonies of the coming day must occupy every moment
of his time.

And what, eventually, would he do?

His words, divinely compassionate as they had been, had shadowed forth a
separation between them. Had he not told her that to be the wife of a
husband she could not love would be a sacrifice that no woman should
ever make and no man s