"The new Adam will," she said to herself, with a half-amused, half-rueful smile, when her visitor had gone, "but the old Adam will have a tussle for his rights." A moment later Matilda reappeared, shy and awkward. "Would you mind telling me again that thing you said about the martyrs?" Mona smiled. "If you wait a moment, I will write it down for you;" and, tearing a leaf from her note-book, she wrote out the whole verse-- "No, no, by all the martyrs and the dear dead Christ; By the long bright roll of those whom joy enticed With her myriad blandishments, but could not win, Who would fight for victory, but would not sin." Matilda read it through, and then carefully folded the paper. In doing so she noticed some writing on the back, and read aloud-- "Lady Munro, Poste Restante, Cannes." "Who is Lady Munro?" she asked, with unintentional rudeness. "She is my aunt. I did not know her address was written there." Mona tore off the name, and handed back the slip of paper. "Lady Munro your aunt, and you live with Miss Simpson?" "Why not? Miss Simpson is my cousin." "Miss Maclean, if I had a 'Lady' for my aunt, everybody should know it. I don't believe I should even travel in a railway carriage, without the other passengers finding it out." Mona laughed. "I have already told you that I don't mean to take you at your own valuation. In point of fact, I had much rather the people here knew nothing about Lady Munro. I should not like others to draw comparisons between her and Miss Simpson." "I beg your pardon. I did not mean----" "Oh, I know you did not mean any harm. It was my own stupidity; but, as I say, I should not like others to talk of it. _Auf Wiedersehen!_" Alone once more, Mona clasped her hands behind her head, and looked out over the sea. "Well, playfellow," she said, "have I done good or harm? At the present moment, as she walks home, she does not know whether to venerate or to detest me. It is an even chance which way the scale will turn. And is it all an affair of infinite importance, or does it not matter one whit?"