Believe me, Lord Mountdean, that she herself is as pure as a saint, that I know no other woman at once so meek and so lofty, so noble and so humble.

Looking at her, one feels how true and sweet a woman's soul can be.

Yet--oh, that I should live to say it!--on my wedding-day I discovered something--it was no fault of hers, I swear--that parted us.

Loving her blindly, madly, with my whole heart and soul, I was still compelled to leave her.

She is my wife in name only, and can never be more to me, yet, you understand, without any fault of hers." "What a strange story!" said the earl, thoughtfully.