f her mind Philippa had always known that this
was the question he would some day ask. She had never framed it in
words, but she was prepared with her answer. She had resolved that
when the time came she would lie--lie--boldly; and without hesitation.
Was it not part of the role she was playing?

The words were easy. Just "I love you." But as her lips framed them a
sudden flood of intense feeling rushed upon her, bringing an instant
realisation that it was all a mistake, a delusion. It was no lie; it
was the truth. What had wrought this strange miracle she did not
know--she only knew that a blinding flash of revelation had plunged her
into a sea of ecstasy which left no room for thought, no room for
wonder. A vivid blush suffused her face from throat to temples--she
shook from head to feet.

He drew her closer--closer--until their lips met in a long kiss.
Then--she was in the shelter of his arm--her burning face hidden on his
breast.

CHAPTER XVI

HOPES FOR THE FUTURE

"Deeds condemned by prudence, have sometimes gone well."--MATTHEW
ARNOLD.

"Ten years!" ejaculated Mrs. Goodman. "Ten years since he crossed the
threshold, and then it was only to be carried to the Rose Room while
his own rooms were repapered. Oh, that my old eyes should see him walk
again!"

The old woman was anxiously watching a little procession which moved
slowly along the wide corridor. Francis, with the doctor and Philippa,
one on either side, was making his first venture in the way of
exercise. Behind him hovered the nurse, and Keen, his devoted
man-servant, ready to render immediate assistance should it be
necessary.

It was in the same place many, many years before that he had essayed
the first halting steps of babyhood, and she well remembered it. She
recalled the exact spot where his mother had stood with her arms
outstretched, her face alight with pride and affection, breathlessly
intent upon every movement of the tiny swaying form setting out on its
first journey. Such a short journey, with every obstacle removed that
might hinder the safe passage of those unsteady feet. How many mothers
have yearned to make as free from peril that longer journey along the
road of life which awaits their little one!

Old Jane Goodman could see again the pretty child with the sunlight
streaming from the mullioned windows on to his sunny curls--she could
hear the baby laughter and the cry of triumph which meant the arrival
in