Were any of my husband's sisters married?
I had myself asked him the question when he mentioned them to me, and I perfectly remembered that he had replied in the negative.
Was it possible that my first jealous instinct had led me to the right conclusion after all?
If it had, what did the association of the three initial letters mean?
What did the wedding-ring mean?
Good Heavens! was I looking at the portrait of a rival in my husband's affections--and was that rival his Wife?
I threw the photograph from me with a cry of horror.

For one terrible moment I felt as if my reason was giving way.

I don't know what would have happened, or what I should have done next, if my love for Eustace had not taken the uppermost place among the contending emotions that tortured me.

That faithful love steadied my brain.

That faithful love roused the reviving influences of my better and nobler sense.