She did not at first miss so much the life of excitement, of danger, of intrigue, of romance, of colour and variety, which she had left behind in Spain.

When her child was born, she became passionately fond of it; her maternal spirit smothered it.

It gave the needed excitement in the routine of life at St.Saviour's.
Yet the interest was not permanent.

There came a time when she resented the fact that Jean Jacques made more of the child than he did of herself.

That was a bad day for all concerned, for dissimulation presently became necessary, and the home of Jean Jacques was a home of mystery which no philosophy could interpret.