More than to say it was hers, it was she.

What a deadly peril brought into view was her character-soul, some call it: generally a thing rather distasteful in women, or chilling to the masculine temperament.

Here it attracts.

Here, strange to say, it is the decided attraction, in a woman of a splendid figure and a known softness.

By rights, she should have more understanding than to suspect the husband as guilty of designs done to death in romances.