Why should Henry ever know ?--even if Scotch divorces were reported she would appear, not as Mrs.Howard, but as Mrs.Arranstoun,--then a discouraging thought came--only Sabine was such an uncommon name--if it were not for that he might never guess.

But whether Henry ever knew or did not know, the sooner she were free the better, and then she would marry him and adorn his great position in the world--and Michael would see her there, and how well she fulfilled her duties--so even yet she would be able to punish him as he deserved! Hay! Indeed! Never, never, never! Then she knew she must have been answering at random some of Lord Fordyce's remarks, for a rather puzzled look was on his face.
A strong revulsion of feeling came to her.

Henry suddenly appeared in his best guise--and a wave of tenderness for him swept over her.

How kind and courteous and devoted he was--treating her always as his queen.
She could be sure of homage here--and that far from being hay; she would be the most valued jewel in his crown of success.

She would rise into spheres where she would be above the paltry emotions caused by a hateful man just because he had "it"! So she gave her hand to Henry in a burst of exuberance and let him place it in his arm, and then lead her back into the chateau and through all the rooms, where they discussed blues and greens and stuffs and furniture and the lowering of this doorway and the heightening of that, and at last they drifted to the garden and to the lavender hedge--but she would not take him into the summer-house or again look out on the sea.
All through her sweetness there was a note of unrest--and Henry's fine senses told him so--and this left the one drop of bitterness in his otherwise blissful cup.
Michael meanwhile was expending his energy and his passion in swift movement in the boat--but after a while he rested on his oars and then he began to think.
There was no use in going on with the game after all--he ought to go away at once.