The man she had known and married had never existed.

For she had married Walter Majendie believing him to be good.

The belief had been so rooted in her that nothing but his own words or his own silence could have cast it out.

She had loved Walter Majendie; but it was another man who called to her, and she would not listen to him.

She felt that she could never go back to that man, never sit in the same room, or live in the same house with him again.