‘No, my lady,’ and honest Robson squared himself proudly. ‘I took the liberty of locking the door and putting the key in my pocket, and saying that you had left orders it was to be kept locked, my lady.’ ‘Thank you!’ But as she spoke she quivered with rage and shame—her very servant pitied her; even _he_ had had more decency and thought for her than the man she had wedded. Was it possible to drain much deeper the dregs of humiliation? She went upstairs to her own bedroom and looked nervously about her. Had ‘Madame de Gascon and Miss de Gascon,’ whoever they were, slept there? She dared not ask; she feared lest she should lose the self control she had practised during her absence, and so be unable to meet her husband with that composure and dignity which her own self-respect taught her would be necessary to maintain. She loosened her cloak and took off her hat, glancing at all the familiar objects around her the while, as though she expected to see them changed. In the evening she would have to go to Lady Dexter’s ‘crush,’ which was being given in her special honour. She determined she would lie down and rest till it was time to dress. But just as she turned towards her bed a sharp pain ran through her body, as though a knife had been plunged into her heart,—a black cloud loomed before her eyes, and she fell forward in a dead swoon. Emily, the maid, who was fortunately in the adjoining dressing-room, heard her fall, and rushed at once to her assistance. With the aid of cold water and smelling-salts, she shudderingly revived and gazed about her in pitiful wonderment. ‘Emily, is it you?’ she asked feebly. ‘What is the matter? Did I faint? What a strange thing for me to do! I remember now; it was a dreadful pain that came at my heart. I thought I was dying—’ She paused, shivering violently. ‘Shall I send for the doctor, my lady?’ asked the frightened Emily. ‘You look very white; you will never be able to go to the party this evening.’ ‘Oh, yes, I shall,’ and with an effort Delicia rose to her feet and tried to control the trembling of her limbs. ‘I will sit in this arm-chair and rest, and I shall soon be all right. Go and make me a cup of tea, Emily, and don’t say anything about my illness to the other servants.’ Emily, after lingering about a little, left the room at last, with some uneasiness; and when she had gone, Delicia leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. ‘That was a horrible, horrible pain!’ she thought. ‘I wonder if there is anything wrong with my heart? To-morrow I will see a doctor; to-night I shall want all my strength, physical and moral, to help me to look with calmness on my husband’s face.’ Gradually she grew better; her breathing became easier and the nervous trembling of her limbs ceased. When the maid came up with the tea she was almost herself again, and smiled at her attendant’s anxious face in a perfectly reassuring manner.