She knows--she is content to know--that----" "What ?" Mrs.Bethune has felt the change in his manner ever since she mentioned Tita's name.

"That you once loved me!" "No," frowning, "I have not told her that." "Ah!" cries she, with a sort of passionate relief, "I thank you for that, even though your love for me may now be dead.

I thank you for that; and as for your wife, what is she to you ?" "She is my _wife!"_ returns he gloomily.

"I shall remember that--always!" "Ah! she will _make_ you remember it," cries Marian, with a queer laugh.

"I warn you of _that!"_ "You warn me!" "Yes--yes." She throws out her arms in the moonlight, and laughs again, with a great but cruel delight.