Lady Lundie bent over her, and heard her whisper, "Lift me up." She lay in her friend's arms; she looked up in her friend's face; she went back wildly to her fear for her child.
"Don't bring her up like Me! She must be a governess--she must get her bread.

Don't let her act! don't let her sing! don't let her go on the stage!" She stopped--her voice suddenly recovered its sweetness of tone--she smiled faintly--she said the old girlish words once more, in the old girlish way, "Vow it, Blanche!" Lady Lundie kissed her, and answered, as she had answered when they parted in the ship, "I vow it, Anne!" The head sank, never to be lifted more.

The last look of life flickered in the filmy eyes and went out.

For a moment afterward her lips moved.
Lady Lundie put her ear close to them, and heard the dreadful question reiterated, in the same dreadful words: "She is Anne Silvester--as I was.

_Will she end like Me ?_" VI.
Five years passed--and the lives of the three men who had sat at the dinner-table in the Hampstead villa began, in their altered aspects, to reveal the progress of time and change.
Mr.Kendrew; Mr.Delamayn; Mr.Vanborough.Let the order in which they are here named be the order in which their lives are reviewed, as seen once more after a lapse of five years.
How the husband's friend marked his sense of the husband's treachery has been told already.