CHAPTER XXIII.
HOW MARIAN FIGHTS FOR MASTERY; AND HOW THE BATTLE GOES; AND HOW CHANCE BEFRIENDS THE ENEMY.
"Tita! You wrong her!" says he.

"Why speak of her?
You should not; you always disliked her." "True." She is silent for a moment, looking down into the silent garden.

Then she lifts her head, and gazes straight at him.

"You know why I disliked her.

You must! You--you only.