As soon as Scrope's engagement to the provincial heiress Althea then was had been announced, his friends--and he was a man of many friends--had delighted to render him the service of making the pleasant old house in Delahay Street look as it perchance had looked eighty or a hundred years ago. The illusion was almost perfect, so cleverly had the flotsam of Perceval Scrope's ancestral possessions been wedded to the jetsam gathered in curiosity shops and at country auctions--for the devotion of Scrope's friends had gone even to that length. This being so, it really seemed a pity that these same kind folk had not been able to--oh! no, not _buy_, that is an ugly word, and besides it had been Perceval who had been bought, not Althea--to acquire for Scrope a wife who would have suited the house as well as the house suited Scrope. But that had not been possible. Even as it was, the matter of marrying their friend had not been easy. Scrope was so wilful--that was why they loved him! He had barred--absolutely barred--Americans, and that although everybody knows how useful an American heiress can be, not only with her money, but with her brightness and her wits, to an English politician. He had also stipulated for a country girl, and he would have preferred one straight out of the school-room. Almost all his conditions had been fulfilled. Althea was nineteen at the time of her marriage, and, if not exactly country-bred--she was the only child of a Newcastle magnate--she had seen nothing of the world to which Scrope and Scrope's Egeria, the woman who had actually picked out Althea to be Scrope's wife, had introduced her. Scrope's Egeria? At the time my little story opens, Althea had long given up being jealous--jealous, that is, in the intolerant, passionate sense of the word; in fact, she was ashamed that she had ever been so, for she now felt sure that Perceval would not have liked her, Althea, any better, even if there had not been another woman to whom he turned for flattery and sympathy. The old ambiguous term was, in this case, no pseudonym for another and more natural, if uglier, relationship on the part of a married man, and of a man whom the careless public believed to be on exceptionally good terms with his young wife.