Of these things he was not a part.

A voice kept whispering to him with maddening insistence that he was a fraud.

One by one John Adare was unlocking for him hallowed pictures in which Jean had told him he could never share possession.

His desire to see Josephine again was almost feverish, and filled him with a restlessness which he knew he must hide from Adare.

So when Adare's eyes rested upon him in a moment's silence, he said: "Last night Jean and I were standing beside her grave.