Lady Agnes had an air of breeding and command, which, with all her beauty, Chaldea lacked, and as she passed along like a cold, stately goddess, the gypsy rolled on the grass in an ecstasy of rage.

She could never be what her rival was, and what her rival was, as she suspected, formed Lambert's ideal of womanhood.

When she again peered through the bush, Lady Agnes had disappeared.

But there was no need for Chaldea to ask her jealous heart where she had gone.

With the stealth and cunning of a Red Indian, the gypsy took up the trail, and saw the woman she followed enter the cottage.