"Respite--respite and nepenthe from his memories of Lenore." Jewel contrived to make one of the home party when he arrived, and he could not help but see into what a magnificent-looking woman she had grown since he went away. The rich, trailing robe of ruby velvet, trimmed with gray fur, was very becoming to her stately style, and her eyes were bright with welcome as he clasped her beautiful hand. Lovers by the score she had had since she came to Boston, but none had erased from her passionate heart the image of handsome Laurie Meredith, for whose sake she had sinned so deeply and recklessly, and now she felt that her long waiting was about to be rewarded. He had had time to forget Flower, and surely he could not longer remain cold to her love and her charms. It gave him a pang to see her, for she always recalled Flower to his mind, and the thought of his lost love was always painful. But he chided himself for his reluctance at meeting her, and perhaps his welcome was doubly cordial on that account; and his family, seeing it, made up their minds that the pair were fond of each other in a tenderer fashion than they had suspected. Perhaps they hinted something of the sort to him, for the first time he found himself alone with her, he said to her: "Miss Fielding, is it possible that you have never told my mother and sisters of my marriage?" Jewel looked up at him with her radiant eyes, and answered: "You might have known that I would not betray your secret." He was nettled by her use of that word. It seemed like a tacit reproach to him, and while he paused for words in which to reply, she added: "Of course I knew that if you had desired them to know you would have confided in them before you went away. So I respected your desire, and not a word of it has passed my lips." "You misunderstood me," he rejoined, eagerly. "I meant them to know--only I was weak and sick still when I went away, and it was so painful to reopen that cruel wound. I fully expected they would hear all from you." She was silent, twisting her ringed fingers slowly in and out, and Laurie Meredith continued: "I wish that you had spoken, for now the duty falls on me. I feel like a wretch and a coward, keeping this secret from my nearest and dearest." Jewel's dark eyes sought his face with such a strange look that he said, involuntarily: "Well?" She answered, deliberately: "It seems to me that the silence you have kept so long ought to be preserved still. What good would come of speaking now?" "They ought to know," he said, uneasily. "But why, Mr. Meredith? You would only distress them if you told your story now. They have heard from me my mother's story and Flower's. They know that she drowned herself because of the dishonor of her birth. Do you think, proud as they are, that they would be pleased to know that the daughter of poor, erring Daisy Forrest had been your wife?" His face flushed deeply, then his brown eyes flashed.