"You have some plan to propose.

Do with me just as you will." It was cruel--no crueler fate had ever fallen to a man's lot--but honor obliged him to act as he did.

He took her hand in his.
"Some day, dear wife," he said, "you will understand what suffering this step has cost me." "Yes," she murmured, faintly; "I may understand in time." "While I have been sitting here," he went on, "I have been thinking it all over, and I have come to a decision as to what will be best for you and for me.

You are Lady Arleigh of Beechgrove--you are my wife; you shall have all the honor and respect due to your position." She shuddered as though the words were a most cruel mockery.
"You will honor," she questioned, bitterly, "the daughter of a felon ?" "I will honor my wife, who has been deceived even more cruelly than myself," he replied.

"I have thought of a plan," he continued, "which can be easily carried out.