'I will do my duty to her. I think I may promise you that.' 'Dearest, I do not doubt it. When have you ever failed in your duty? But I want more than that: you must try so that your heart may be softer to her; you are her one thought; with all her faults, I think no mother ever loved her son so well. It is not the highest love, perhaps, since she has stooped to deceit and wrong for your sake; but, Cyril, it is not for you to judge her.' 'Perhaps not; but how am I to refrain from judging her? To me truth is the one absolute virtue--the very crown and chief of virtues. That is why I first loved you, Audrey--because of your trustworthiness. But now I have lost my mother--nay, worse, she has never existed!' 'I do not quite understand you.' 'Do you think my mother--the mother I believed in--could have acted this life-long lie? Would she have worn widows' weeds, and utterly forsworn herself? No; with all her faults, such crooked ways would have been impossible. Audrey, you must give me time to become acquainted with this new mother. I will not be hard to her, if I can possibly help it; but'--here the bitterness of his tone betrayed his deep agony--'she can never be to me again what she has been.' 'Then I will not press you any more, Cyril. I have such faith in you, that I believe you will come through even this ordeal; but there is something more I must ask you: Will you let Michael be your friend?' 'We are friends, are we not?' he said, a little bewildered at this. 'Ah! but I would have you close friends. Dear, you must think of me--how unhappy I shall be unless I know you have someone to stand by you in your trouble. If you would let my father help you!' But a shake of the head negatived this. 'Well, then, it must be Michael, our good, generous Michael, who will be like a brother to you.' 'I do not feel as though any man could help me.' 'No one but Michael. Dear Cyril, give me my way in this. We are going to part, remember, and it may be for a long term of years; but if you value my peace of mind, promise me that you will not turn from Michael.' 'Very well; I will promise you that. Have you any more commands to lay upon me, Audrey?' 'No,' she returned wistfully; 'be yourself, your true, brave, honest self, and all may yet be well. Now go! We have said all that needs to be said, and I must not keep you. You are free, my dear one; but it is I who am bound, who am still yours as much as ever. When we shall meet again, God knows; but in heart and in thought I shall be with you wherever you may go. Now kiss me, but you need not tell me again it is for the last time.' Then she put her arms round his neck, and for a minute or two they held each other silently. 'My blessing, my one blessing!' murmured Cyril hoarsely. Then she gently pushed him from her.