She grew feverish, and at last Sir James Clark pronounced that she was going to have the measles.

But, once again, Sir James's diagnosis was incorrect.

It was not the measles that were attacking her, but a very different malady; she was suddenly prostrated by alarm, regret, and doubt.

For two years she had been her own mistress--the two happiest years, by far, of her life.

And now it was all to end! She was to come under an alien domination--she would have to promise that she would honour and obey...