"You married me knowing I had no love to give," Margaret said, gently; "I told you myself." "You did not tell me you loved some one else," he said savagely, "and that is quite different; you have deceived me from first to last!" "I have never wilfully deceived you--and I did not know it myself," she said. "I thought it had been but a pleasant break in my life, and that all was over." He made her no answer, but as he rose to leave the room he said, "You must be ready to start to-night after dinner. Some bad news hurries me to England." "To England!" exclaimed Margaret, quickly. "Oh, I shall be glad to be at home once more." He looked at her for a moment, and then, throwing his head back, he laughed in his usual loud way, and, for the first time, the sound brought relief to her. She little knew him. She did not know the morbid intense jealousy that filled him. He never forgot the smallest slight to himself, or the tiniest wound offered to his vanity. He kept these feelings carefully covered up, but, sooner or later, he brought them forward, and if he could revenge himself, he did, when the whole transaction had been entirely forgotten by the delinquent himself. Going to England meant being nearer Grace, from whom she had not heard for a long time, and she felt less forlorn and happier than she had done for a very long time. Poor child! She did not recognise the great difference Sir Albert's words had made to her. She did not analyse her feelings, but she was really happier because the sting of having loved unsought was taken away from her. She did not realise how much this wounded and hurt her. Now the pain was lighter, all was easier to bear.