e?"

Seaman blew out a little cloud of cigar smoke.

"My friend," he confessed, "I am a little afraid of the Princess. I ask
you no questions as to your own feelings with regard to her. I take it
for granted that as a man of honour it will be your duty to offer her
your hand in marriage, sooner or later. I see no harm in anticipating a
few months, if by that means we can pacify her. Terniloff would arrange
it at the Embassy. He is devoted to her, and it will strengthen your
position with him."

Dominey turned away towards the stairs.

"We will discuss this again before we leave," he said gloomily.

Dominey was admitted at once by her maid into his wife's sitting-room.
Rosamund, in a charming morning robe of pale blue lined with grey
fur, had just finished breakfast. She held out her hands to him with a
delighted little cry of welcome.

"How nice of you to come, Everard!" she exclaimed. "I was hoping I
should see you for a moment before you went off."

He raised her fingers to his lips and sat down by her side. She seemed
entirely delighted by his presence, and he felt instinctively that she
was quite unaffected by the event of the night before.

"You slept well?" he enquired.

"Perfectly," she answered.

He tackled the subject bravely, as he had made up his mind to on every
opportunity.

"You do not lie awake thinking of our nocturnal visitor, then?"

"Not for one moment. You see," she went on conversationally, "if you
were really Everard, then I might be frightened, for some day or other I
feel that if Everard comes here, the spirit of Roger Unthank will do him
some sort of mischief."

"Why?" he asked.

"You don't know about these things, of course," she went on, "but Roger
Unthank was in love with me, although I had scarcely ever spoken to him,
before I married Everard. I think I told you that much yesterday, didn't
I? After I was married, the poor man nearly went out of his mind. He
gave up his work and used to haunt the park here. One evening Everard
caught him and they fought, and Roger Unthank was never seen again. I
think that any one around here would tell you," she went on, dropping
her voice a little, "that Everard killed Roger and threw him into one
of those swampy places near the Black Wood, where a body sinks and sinks
and nothing is ever seen of it again."

"I do not believe he did anything of the sort," Dominey declared.

"Oh, I don't know," she replied doubtfully. "Everard had a terri