On the following Tuesday when Markham turned up for the arranged sitting he found Jill alone as on the former occasion, St. John having purposely gone out to spend the afternoon with Evie Bolton. The latter had written to him during the past week asking him if he could manage to meet her somewhere as she had something of importance to impart to him, and St. John, in his fit of suddenly awakened jealousy had settled on the day that Jill had fixed upon for the second sitting, taking a very malicious satisfaction in her evident annoyance when he stated his intention. She said little enough at the time, but her manner betrayed her vexation, and the strained relationship that had existed between them during the past few days grew more apparent. When Markham arrived, she was feeling more hurt than angry, and her mood was softened and subdued, and nearer akin to tears than it had been since her marriage. "Jack has gone out," she said in answer to his enquiry, not so much explanatorily, but because she felt she must say something, and that was the only thing she could think of at the moment. It was the one miserable refrain that kept repeating itself in her mind--"Jack has gone out--back to his own people." "He won't be home till late," she went on apathetically. "He said he was going to take a journey into the past, and forget the sordid present for a time. I don't think it altogether wise of him, do you? Where is the use in looking back when the sordid present has to be lived through, and the uncertain future to be faced?" "Mrs St. John," Markham answered gravely. "St. John--_our_ St. John was never wise; the only noteworthy action of his life was when he married you." "Ah!" said Jill with a very pathetic smile, "I often fancy that that was the most unwise thing he ever did." Markham looked at her speculatively, and failed to make an immediate reply. Was it St. John, himself, who had given her cause to think so, he wondered. Was she finding out so soon that their marriage had been a mistake? "You are depressed," he said, leaning towards her, his hands lightly grasping the arms of his chair. "It isn't good for you to feel like that. Jack is a brute to leave you to yourself. What can I do to cheer you up, I wonder? After all we are both in the same boat; for if you are lonely, so am I." "_You_!" echoed Jill in a tone which implied that her listener did not know what loneliness meant. "How can you talk of loneliness? At least you have Evie--" "No," he interrupted shortly; "Evie is nothing to me, and less than nothing. She is engaged to marry a marquis. I should have thought you would have heard of that by now."