"Oh,"--he was truthful--"I have rather an idea, and I hope a more or less true one." But the lady did not confess or in anywise help him. He went on to say: "Your love for the castle couldn't, of course, long continue to keep you mewed up here; and you'll be shortly discovered. As far as your own interests are concerned it will be rather better to obtain the divorce as soon as possible." "Oh, Mr. Bulstrode," she interposed, "don't misread me." He nodded sagely. "On the contrary, I am translating you from sight, my dear Duchess. And you are decidedly in your right regarding the Duke." She was so at his mercy that she hardly moved her lips, watching his face. And as Bulstrode lit the cigarette she permitted him, and took his seat before the tea things which she had set at his elbow, he went on to make out her case for her. "He has quite spoiled your life. He has been a brute, and not in the least worth your----" But the Duchess had dropped her tongs; they fell ringing on the hard-wood floor. She raised a scarlet face to him. "It's a _piége_," she murmured, "an _autodafé_." "No," he said quietly, "it's a plain truth. Westboro' has told me everything. I must think that he has done so. The man of me naturally condones him, and the friend in me is inclined to be lenient. But the justice and right, my dear Duchess, are all on your side." "Oh, justice and right!" she dismissed, "only criminals need such words." Bulstrode said cooly: "But Westboro' has been a criminal!" "If he were," emphasized the Duchess, "didn't I forgive him?" "Of course, you did, my dear," her friend agreed warmly, "how wonderfully, how beautifully, everyone knows. And he is all the more, therefore, dreadfully to be blamed." She said passionately: "What do you mean, Mr. Bulstrode? How--why do you speak to me like this?" Her extraordinary guest drank his tea with singular peace of mind. "I think he is dreadfully to be blamed." "But why should you tell it to me?" "Why not?" he returned, his charming eyes on hers with the greatest tribute of affection and sympathy--"I've known you for years, I'm fond of you, you've been horribly wronged, and I'm going to see that things are made right for you. I've been very blind. I have longed for a reconciliation, I admit, with this husband who, poor stuff as he is, loves you still. But I see what a sentimental ass I've been, and how right you are." She put her hand to her throat as if the soft lace suffocated her; she had grown very pale indeed. "What," she gasped, "do you know of my plans and my intentions, Mr. Bulstrode? I have not told them to you." "But I've been able to guess them," he replied. "You've dared to, then?" she flashed.