could only keep you a
little time--that presently the voices from the outside world would come
whispering in your ears, and you would steal back again to where the
wheels of life were turning."

"A man," he answered, "is not easily whispered out of Paradise."

She laughed at him.

"Ah, it is so easy," she said, "to know that your youth was spent at a
court."

"There is only one court," he answered, "where men learn to speak the
truth."

She leaned back in her chair.

"Oh, you are incorrigible," she said softly. "The one role in life in
which I fancied you ill at ease you seem to fill to perfection."

"And that?"

"You are an adorable husband!"

"I should like," he said, "a better opportunity to prove it!"

"Let us hope," she murmured, "that our separation is nearly over. I
shall appeal to the Prince to-night. My remaining at Dorset House is no
longer necessary."

"I shall come," he said, "and demand you in person."

She shook her head.

"No! They would not let you in, and it would make it more difficult. Be
patient a little longer."

He came and sat by her side. She leaned over to meet his embrace.

"You make patience," he murmured, "a torture!"

* * * * *

Mr. Sabin walked home to his rooms late in the afternoon, well content
on the whole with his day. He was in no manner prepared for the shock
which greeted him on entering his sitting-room. Duson was leaning back
in his most comfortable easy-chair.

"Duson!" Mr. Sabin said sharply. "What does this mean?"

There was no answer. Mr. Sabin moved quickly forward, and then stopped
short. He had seen dead men, and he knew the signs. Duson was stone
dead.

Mr. Sabin's nerve answered to this demand upon it. He checked his first
impulse to ring the bell, and looked carefully on the table for some
note or message from the dead man. He found it almost at once--a large
envelope in Duson's handwriting. Mr. Sabin hastily broke the seal and
read:

"Monsieur,--I kill myself because it is easiest and best. The
poison was given me for you, but I have not the courage to become
a murderer, or afterwards to conceal my guilt. Monsieur has been
a good master to me, and also Madame la Comtesse was always
indulgent and kind. The mistake of my life has been the joining
the lower order of the Society. The money which I have received
has been but a poor return for the anxiety and trouble which have
co