As he sat musing, _The Art World_ still in his hand, Warburton could hear his friend's voice ring out that audacious vow.

He could remember, too, the odd little pang with which he heard it, a half spasm of altogether absurd jealousy.

Of course the feeling did not last.

There was no recurrence of it when he heard that Franks had again seen Miss Elvan before she left Ashtead; nor when he learnt that the artist had been spending a day or two at Bath.

Less than a month after their first meeting, Franks won Rosamund's consent.