ll never
see him again."

"You are very foolish, my dear. I heard yesterday, on very good
authority, that my son, Lord Chandos, will be offered the vacant Garter.
I believe it is true, I feel sure of it. I would not for the world
anything should happen now, any disgrace of any kind; and these
matrimonial quarrels are disgraceful, Marion. You should trust your
husband."

"I have done so, but he does not love me, Lady Lanswell; my mind is
quite made up. If he goes to Berlin, I shall never see or speak to him
again."

"But, my dearest Marion," cried the countess, "this is terrible. Think
of appearances, think of the world--what will the world say? And yours
was supposed to be a love-match. It must not be. Have you not the sense
to see that such a course of proceeding would be simply to throw him
into Madame Vanira's hands? You will be your own worst enemy if you do
this!"

"I shall do what my own heart prompts," she said; "no matter what the
world says; I care nothing for the world's opinion. Oh, Lady Lanswell,
do not look so angry at me. I am miserable; my heart is broken!"

And the unhappy girl knelt at Lady Lanswell's feet, and laid her head on
the silken folds of her dress.

If there was one creature in this world whom Lady Lanswell loved more
than another, it was her son's wife, the fair, gentle girl who had been
a most loving daughter to her; she could not endure the sight of her
pain and distress.

"I have made up my mind," sobbed Lady Marion; "I shall appeal to the
Duke of Lester; he will see that justice is done to me!"

"My dearest Marion, that is the very thing you must not do. If you
appeal to the duke, it becomes at once a serious quarrel, and who shall
say how such a quarrel may end? If you appeal to the duke, the whole
thing will be known throughout the land; there is an end to all my hopes
of the vacant Garter; in fact, I may say there is an end to the race of
Lanswell. Think twice before you take such an important step!"

"No one thinks for me!" cried Lady Marion.

"Yes, I think of you and for you. Give me your promise that for a week
at least you will say nothing to the Duke of Lester. Will you promise me
that, Marion?"

"Yes," said Lady Chandos, wearily; "I promise you that, but not one day
longer than a week; my heart is breaking! I cannot bear suspense!"

"I promise you that in a few days there shall be an end of all your
trouble," said the countess, who had secretly made her own resolv