"We are both agreed--at least, I suppose we are both agreed--that Lingard is taking the sort of adulation, the--the rather ridiculous homage, to which he is now being subjected, very well. But I don't think you realise, my dear,----" he waited a moment; never had he called Jane Oglander his dear before--"the effect on the real man--the extraordinarily disturbing, upsetting effect such an experience as that he is now going through is bound to have on any human being." "I don't quite understand what you mean," her voice faltered; and yet what he said brought vague comfort with it. "Well, it isn't very easy to explain. But I can't help thinking that one ought to be very merciful to a man who's being subjected to such an ordeal. Athena hasn't made it easier," he tried, and failed, to make the mention of his cousin's wife casual, easy. "Doubtless, without meaning it, Athena intensifies everything--she never allows Lingard to forget for a moment that he is a great man--a hero. You must remember that we had ten days--ten days of incessant glorification of Lingard before you arrived. He took it awfully well, but----" "I do know what you mean," she said painfully. "Yet surely----" she stopped abruptly. Not even with Wantele could she discuss--not even with him could she admit Hew Lingard's attitude to Athena Maule. "I want to tell you--perhaps I ought to have told you before, Dick,--that I've made up my mind to end my engagement." They walked on in silence for a few moments. "I suppose you realise what the effect of your doing this now will be on Lingard?" he said. "Mind you, Jane, I don't say that he doesn't deserve it! But I do say that if you do this you will drive him straight to the devil----" he waited a moment, but she made no answer to his words. "Have you told Athena?" Wantele was ashamed of the question, but burning curiosity and jealous pain impelled him to ask it. "Yes, I told her this morning. But, Dick, I want to tell you, I think I ought to tell you, that I don't----" she hesitated, hardly knowing how to frame her sentence--"I don't blame Athena. I'm sure she couldn't help what's happened." "You press very hardly on Lingard, Jane." He spoke with a terrible irony, but Jane did not understand. "No, no!" she cried, distressed. "I press hard on nobody, least of all on Hew." CHAPTER XVI "Quand le coeur reste fidèle, les vilenies du corps sont peu de chose. Quand le coeur a trahi, le reste n'est plus rien." Athena, sitting alone in the boudoir, heard the return of the two men; but she waited in vain for Lingard to come to her, as he always did come to her, with that blind longing for her presence which he was only now, with dawning consciousness, beginning to resist. To-night instinct, the wise instinct which always stood her in good stead in all her dealings with men, warned her against seeking him out.