'My dear, the thing reflects upon us. It is my cousin who has brought this trouble upon you.' 'Oh! no, Philippa! As if you could be held responsible for his actions! And, indeed, you must not speak of trouble. I have had none. My companion was never my friend in any sense: we had nothing in common: we must have parted company very soon: she irritated me in many ways, especially in her blind praise of the man who now turns out to be her husband. I really feel much happier now that she has gone.' 'But you have no companion--no chaperon.' 'I don't want any chaperon, I assure you.' 'But you cannot go into society alone.' 'I never do go into society. You know that nobody ever called upon Mrs. Elstree--or Mrs. Feilding, as we must now call her. There are only two houses in the whole of this great London into which I have found an entrance--yours and Mr. Jagenal's.' 'Yes; I know now. And most disgraceful it is that you should have been so sacrificed. That also is my cousin's doing. He represented his wife--it seems difficult to believe that he has got a wife--as a person belonging to a wide and very desirable circle of friends. Not a soul called upon her! The world cannot continue to know a woman who has disappeared bodily for three long years, during which she was reported to have been seen on the stage of a country theatre. What has she been doing? Why has she been in hiding? It was culpable negligence in Mr. Jagenal not to make inquiries. What it must be called in my cousin others may determine. As for you, Armorel, you have been most disgracefully and shamefully treated.' 'I suppose I ought to have had a companion who was recognised by society. But it seems to matter very little. I have made one or two new friends, and I have found an old friend.' 'It is not too late, of course, even for this season. Now, my dear Armorel, I am charged with a mission. It is to bring you back with me--to get you to stay with us for the season and, at least, until the summer holidays. That is, if you would be satisfied with our friends.' 'Thank you, Philippa, a thousand times. I do not think I can accept your kindness, however, because I feel as if I must go away somewhere. I have had a great deal of anxiety and worry. It has been wretched to feel--as I have been made to feel--that I was in the midst of intrigues and designs, the nature of which I hardly understood. I must go away out of the atmosphere. I will return to London when I have forgotten this time. I cannot tell you all that has been going on, except that I have discovered one deception after another----' 'She is an abominable woman,' said Philippa. 'On the island of Samson, at least, there will be no wives who call themselves widows, and no men who call themselves'--painters and poets, she was going to say, but she checked herself--'call themselves,' she substituted, 'single men, when they are already married.' 'But, surely you will not go away now--just at the very beginning of the season?'