All this had been a real event, a real break in Edith's life. For the first few months after she suffered, missing the excitement of Aylmer's controlled passion, and his congenial society. Gradually she made herself--not forget it--but put aside, ignore the whole incident. It gave her genuine satisfaction to know that she had made a sacrifice for Bruce's sake. She was aware that he could not exist really satisfactorily without her, though perhaps he didn't know it. He needed her. At first she had endeavoured to remain separated from him, while apparently living together, from who knows what feeling of romantic fidelity to Aylmer, or pique at the slight shown her by her husband. Then she found that impossible. It would make him more liable to other complications and the whole situation too full of general difficulties. So now, for the last three years, they had been on much the same terms as they were before. Bruce had become, perhaps, less patronising, more respectful to her, and she a shade more gentle and considerate to him, as to a child. For she was generous and did not forgive by halves. There were moments of nervous irritation, of course, and of sentimental regret. On the whole, though, Edith was glad she had acted as she did. But if occasionally she felt her life a little dull and flat, if she missed some of the excitement of that eventful year, it was impossible for anyone to see it by her manner. What could Madame Frabelle possibly know about it? What did that lady really suppose was the matter? * * * * * 'What do you think I'm unhappy about?' Edith repeated. Madame Frabelle, as has been mentioned, was willing to tell her. She told her, as usual, with fluency and inaccuracy. Edith was much amused to find how strangely mistaken was this authoritative lady as to her intuitions, how inevitably _a faux_ with her penetrations and her instinctive guesses. Madame Frabelle said that she believed Edith was beginning to feel the dawn of love for someone, and was struggling against it. (The struggle of course in reality had long been over.) Who was the person? 'I haven't met him yet,' Madame Frabelle said; 'but isn't there a name I hear very often? Your husband is always talking about him; he told me I was to make the acquaintance of this great friend of his. Something tells me it is he. I shall know as soon as I see him. You can't hide it from me!' Who was the person Bruce was always mentioning to Madame Frabelle? Certainly not Aylmer Ross--he had apparently forgotten his existence. 'Are you referring to--?' Madame Frabelle looked out of the window and nodded. 'Yes--Mr Mitchell!' Edith started, and a smile curved her lips.