She does not know what you mean to do, but I am sure I can guess.

You mean to give her back to Mr.Arranstoun--and it will be much better.

She has always been in love with him, I believe, and would never have agreed to try to arrange for a divorce if she had not been awfully jealous about Daisy Van der Horn.

I remember now telling her quite innocently of the reports about them in Paris before we went to England, and now that I come to think of it, I noticed she was rather spiteful over it at the time." Henry did not answer, so she continued, in a frank, matter-of-fact way: "You can imagine what a strange character Sabine has when I tell you, in all these years of our intimate friendship she never has told me a word of her story until just now.

She was keeping it all in to herself--I can't think why." Henry did speak at last, but his words came slowly.