"Yes, Jewel," and the girl suddenly fell down upon her knees before the frowning, dark-faced beauty. "Oh, my sister," she wailed, "have you not guessed my bitter secret? I love Laurie still, in spite of my wrongs, in spite of my pride! Oh, tell me, is it really true that I was never his wife, or have you deceived me? Have you both deceived me, because he grew weary of me so soon? How did you win him from me after all his vows?" Jewel gazed into the tear-wet, suppliant face, with anger and consternation. It was worse than she thought. Her sister actually dared to love Laurie Meredith still! Why, she was courting her doom by that candid avowal! And, as if to incense her still further, the unhappy girl continued, wildly: "I know I ought to hate him, but I can not do it, no matter how hard I try; and I think it is because I can never seem to comprehend him as he really is. My love seems to glorify him and make him better than other men, while in reality he is worse. But I have loved him so--and he was the father of my child, you know, Jewel, and it was such a lovely little baby! Oh, Jewel, could you but have seen my little Douglas, with his own papa's lovely brown eyes, you must have loved him, and been kinder to me. It was not my fault Laurie loved me first." "Hush! Get up!" Jewel hissed, with such murderous fury in her face and glance that her half-sister started up in terror of her life, and retreated toward the anteroom. "Come back, you coward!" Jewel exclaimed, harshly, "I am not going to kill you, unless you talk to me in such a strain again. But if you did, and there were a hundred present, I believe I should fly at you." Flower shivered through all her slender frame at those cruel words, and sunk down sobbing bitterly into a chair. Jewel glared at her in fierce displeasure, a few moments, then said, in low, cutting accents: "You had as well go back to England and marry your grand lover, for Laurie Meredith is as dead to you as if the grass was indeed growing on his grave. Do you think he did not recognize you? He laughed with me about it, and said that he had half a mind to give Lord Clive a hint of your character. I persuaded him not to do so, telling him it was unfair after the way he had treated you." "He could say that? Oh, my God! he could menace me like that?" Flower whispered, with a strange gleam in her dilated eyes. "Yes, he could do so. That is nothing. It is the way of men," Jewel replied, indifferently. CHAPTER XLVII. She went away at last, having utterly failed in all her efforts to cajole Flower into a solemn promise to marry Lord Clive. "I could not deceive him so, and I am too proud to confess my bitter secret to him; so, in a short while I shall break my engagement," the girl said, with sorrowful firmness. Jewel repressed all expression of her hate for her half-sister as much as possible. She wanted to be on good terms with her in order to further her own nefarious designs.