And this was not the end.

She must go on and give more pain.
Violet Oliver had hoped and believed that her friendship with the young Prince was something which had gone quite out of her life.

She had closed it and put it away, as you put away upon an upper shelf a book which you do not mean to read again.

The last word had been spoken eight months ago in the conservatory of Lady Marfield's house.

And behold they had met again.