“Your heart, Madam, is like the jewel you hold!--clear crimson, and full of fire,--but it is not the fire of Heaven, though you may perchance judge it to be so. Rather is it of hell!--(I pray you to pardon me for the roughness of this suggestion!)--for one of the chief crimes of the devil is unconquerable hatred of the human race. You share Satan’s aversion to man!--and strange indeed it is that even the most sympathetic companionship with your own sex cannot soften that aversion! However, we will not go into this;--the years have proved you true to your own temperament, and there is nothing to be said on the matter, either of blame or of praise. As I said, I have never asked a favour of you, nor have I sought the sympathy which it is not in your nature to give. I have not even claimed your obedience in any particular strictness of form; but that is my errand to you to-night,--indeed it is the sole object of this private interview,--to claim your entire, your unfaltering, your implicit obedience!” She raised her head haughtily. “To what commands, Sir?” she asked. “To those I have here written,--” and he handed her a paper folded in two, which she took wonderingly, as he extended it. “Read this carefully!--and if you have any objections to urge, I am willing to listen to you with patience, though scarcely to alter the conditions laid down.” He turned away, and walked slowly through the room, pausing a moment to whistle to a tiny bird swinging in a gilded cage, that perked up its pretty head at his call and twittered with pleasure. “So you respond to kindness, little one!” he said softly,--“You are more Christ-like in that one grace than many a Christian!” He started, as a light touch fell on his shoulder, and he saw the Queen standing beside him. She held the paper he had given her in one hand, and as he looked at her enquiringly she touched it with her lips, and placed it in her bosom. “I swear my obedience to your instructions, Sir!” she said,--“Do not fear to trust me!” Gently he took her hands and kissed them. “I thank you!” he said simply. For a moment they confronted each other. The beautiful cold woman’s eyes drooped under the somewhat sad and searching gaze of the man. “But--your life!--” she murmured.