I wish I knew how to comfort you." Lucy Tempest spoke with the most open simplicity, exactly as a sister might have done.

But the one allusion grated on Lionel's heart.
"You are very kind, Lucy.

Good-bye.

Tell Decima I shall see her some time to-morrow." Lucy Tempest looked after him from the window as he paced the inclosed courtyard.

"I cannot think how people can be unjust!" was her thought.
"If Verner's Pride was rightly his, why have they taken it from him ?".