"Yes, divorced me. She has gone out to America and managed it there. It is easy enough in some of the States to get divorced from an absent wife or husband, as no doubt you know. Incompatibility of temper was the alleged reason. I believe she is going to marry a Chicago man--something in pork." "And you are legally free?" "She says so. I fancy there is a legal hitch somewhere but I have not yet consulted my lawyers. We were married by the Catholic rite in France, and the Catholic Church will probably consider us married still. But Margaret is not a Catholic--nor am I." "And you think," said Janetta, very slowly, "of marrying Margaret?" He looked up at her and laughed, a little uneasily. "You think she won't have me?" "I don't know. I think you don't know her yet, Wyvis." "I dare say not," said her cousin. Then he broke out in quite a different tone: "No wonder I don't; she's a perpetual revelation to me. I never saw anything like her--so pure, so spotless, so exquisite. It's like looking at a work of art--a bit of delicate china, or a picture by Francia or Guido. Something holy and serene about her--something that sets her apart from the ordinary world. I can't define it: but it's there. I feel myself made of a coarse, common clay in her presence: I want to go down on my knees and serve her like a queen. That's how I feel about Margaret." "Ah!" said Janetta, "my princess of dreams. That is what I used to call her. That is what I--used to feel." "Don't you feel it now?" said Wyvis, sitting up and staring at her. Janetta hesitated. "Margaret is my dear friend, and I love her. But I am older--perhaps I can't feel exactly in that way about her now." "You talk as if you were a sexagenarian," said Wyvis, exploding into genial laughter. He looked suddenly brighter and younger, as if his outburst of emotion had wonderfully relieved him. "I am much older than you, and yet I see her in the same light. What else is there to say about her? She is perfect--there is not much to discuss in perfection." "She is most lovely--most sweet," said Janetta, warmly. "And yet--the very things you admire may stand in your way, Wyvis. She is very innocent of the world. And if you have won her--her--affection before you have told her your history----" "You think this wretched first marriage of mine will stand in the way?" "I do. With Margaret and with her parents." Wyvis frowned again. "I had better make sure of her--marry her at once, and tell her afterwards," he said. But perhaps he said it only to see what Janetta would reply. "You would not do that, Wyvis?" "I don't know." "But you want to be worthy of her?" "I shall never be that so it's no good trying." "She would never forgive you if you married her without telling her the truth." Wyvis laughed scornfully. "You know nothing about it. A woman will forgive anything to the man she loves." "Not a meanness!" said the girl, sharply.