It is possible, also, that there came to him the first vague conception of the wrong he had done this Indian girl, who undoubtedly married him because she cared for him after her heathen fashion, while he had married her for nothing that was commendable; not even for passion, which may be pardoned, nor for vanity, which has its virtues.

He had had his hour with circumstance; circumstance would have its hour with him in due course.

Yet there was no extraordinary revulsion.

He was still angry, cynical, and very sore.
He would see the play out with a consistent firmness.

He almost managed a smile when a letter was handed to him some weeks later, bearing his solicitor's assurance that Mrs.Frank Armour and her maid had been safely bestowed on the Aphrodite for England.