"I hadn't a sovereign in the world when your husband engaged me." "You were not brought up for such a life!" "Not altogether," he admitted.

"It suits me very well, though." "Poor boy!" she murmured.

"You, too, have had evil fortune.

Perhaps the black hand has shadowed us both." "A man makes his own life," he answered, impulsively, "but you--you were made for happiness.

It is your right." She glanced for a moment at the rings upon her fingers.