And I did not know, nor understand.

I would die for him now, if I could, but it is too late; we can only play the game!" "Zara, do not say this!" said Ethelrida, much distressed.

"What can it be that should come between such beautiful people as you?
And Tristram adores you, Zara dear." "He did love me--once," Zara answered sadly, "but not now.

He would like never to have to see me again.

Please do not let us talk of it; please--I can't bear any more." And Ethelrida, watching her face anxiously, saw that it wore a hopeless, hunted look, as though some agonizing trouble and anxiety brooded over her.