'What is it?' she added, shrinking back. 'It is a citation from the Divorce Court,' said Mr. Bristow, 'which I serve upon you on behalf of Lord Forestfield. Be good enough to sit down and read it.' She took the paper tremblingly, and glancing at it saw her name. Then she let it drop to the ground. 'What does it mean?' 'It means,' said Mr. Bristow, 'that Lord Forestfield is about to divorce your ladyship on the ground of adultery with Monsieur Gustave de Tournefort.' 'Good God!' cried May, 'why does Lord Forestfield not come to me?' 'Your ladyship will never see him again,' said Mr. Bristow quietly. 'Never see him again!' she cried. 'Why, he was here an hour ago! He has only gone down to Woodburn, and he will be back tomorrow.' 'Lord Forestfield has not left town,' said Mr. Bristow; 'nor has he any intention of leaving it at present.' 'But I must see him!' cried May. 'It is perfectly impossible,' said Mr. Bristow. 'I have now discharged my very painful duty, and all that is left for me is to express a hope on Lord Forestfield's part that your ladyship will employ a respectable solicitor.' Then turning to the door he said, 'You can come in;' and four persons entered, his own clerks and her servants, which or what May never clearly knew. 'You are witnesses that I have served this citation from the Divorce Court upon Lady Forestfield.' Then with a grave bow he left the room, and in the last glimpse he had of May Forestfield, she was standing like a statue, dumb, motionless, with the paper on the ground at her feet. CHAPTER III. WAITING.