A cheap private asylum in Germany, or some low haunt in France, perhaps hide her away in Italy as a pretended invalid.

The man is mad--simply mad--about this baronetcy, and in some strange way the girl stands between him and it.

Do you promise ?" "I promise you all!" faltered the excited woman.

"Let me go now.

Let me go home, Alan," she murmured, and there were no heart secrets between them any more, as the blushing woman, still trembling with the audacity of her own burning emotions, was led safely to the door of the jewel mart.
"Be brave, be brave, dear Justine," he whispered.