Tollemache was now intensely agitated. He sprang to his feet. "I tell you," he said, "she has forgotten all about me. It is three years since she has heard my name. She has in all probability married another man long ere this." "I am sure she has not," I answered. He thrust his hand into his breast pocket, and drew out the case which contained the photograph. "Many a time I have wanted to put this into the fire," he said. "I dare not part with it, and yet I dare not look at it." "Keep it," I said: "there is hope for you while you have it." "There isn't a ghost of hope for me," he said. He threw himself back again into his chair, and covered his face. My servant came into the room and brought me a message. "Tollemache," I said, "a lady has called who wishes to see me. Will you forgive me if I leave you for a minute or two?" He growled out some reply which was scarcely intelligible, and I left the room. I went into my library, where Beatrice Sinclair was waiting for me. "Well," she said, coming up to me eagerly, "is he ready for me?" "He thinks you have forgotten him," I said, "and that in all probability you are married to another." "What a cruel thought!" "But he keeps your photograph in his breast pocket." "Does he, indeed?" Her eyes blazed with sudden joy. "He is tempted often to throw it into the fire," I continued, "for he feels himself unworthy of you; but he neither dares to throw it away nor to look at it." "He shall look at me instead. Take me to him at once." "You will see the wreck of the Tollemache you used to know." "He shall not be a wreck long. I have vowed to save him. My life is at his service." "Remember your promise to your father." "I remember it. I will not break it. Now take me to him." She came up to me and held out her hand. I took it and went with her to the door of the next room, opened it, and motioned to her to enter. When she did so, I closed it softly and came away. I had a firm conviction that with such unexpected aid, Tollemache would have moral strength to overcome the vice which was ruining him. Subsequent events proved that I was right. _From Behind the Speaker's Chair_. XIV. (VIEWED BY HENRY W. LUCY.) [Sidenote: THE QUEEN'S SPEECH.]