"It _should_ follow," she said. "No girl should marry a man with whom she is not in love. It is positively sinful to do so. And, my dear child, if you are marrying him for money you are sadly mis----" she paused, for a flood of crimson had drifted into Irene's face. "Mrs. Leslie, I am quite aware that Mr. Revington's income is extremely small," she said, with girlish dignity. "Oh, then, it is for love, after all," said the lady, relieved. "Well, that is the best, if you are going to marry him. But I must say it is a great surprise to me. You seemed to belong to me so utterly I never thought of a lover carrying you off." Her sigh of genuine regret pierced Irene's tender heart. She longed to throw her arms around the sweet lady's neck and tell her all her sad story--to disclaim all interest and love in the wretch who exacted so costly a price for her mother's happiness; but a feeling of pride held her back. "Not now, while the shadow of the old disgrace hangs over me," she said to herself. "I could not bear for her to pity me. Only in the hour of my triumph will I tell her my strange story and ask her to rejoice with me." Lilia came out on the balcony and Mrs. Leslie said no more. The child was exquisitely dressed, as usual, in a rich white robe, with a rose-colored sash. She looked quite pretty with her dark, shining hair falling over her shoulders, her large black eyes beaming with the fires of disease, and a deceptive glow of color on her cheeks. She came and stood by Irene's side, and with one of her rare impulses of kindness laid her light, fragile hand on her shoulder. "They tell me you are going to marry my cousin Julius," she said, abruptly. "Yes," Irene answered, with a smothered sigh. Mrs. Leslie looked at the two young girls, admiring their different types of beauty. Irene's blonde loveliness was matchless; the darker type of Lilia challenged admiration. Each set off the other, like night and morning. But as Mrs. Leslie gazed she suddenly smothered a cry upon her lips--a cry of amazement! Something had flashed over her suddenly and without warning as she watched the two beautiful faces side by side. It was a subtle, startling, vivid resemblance between the two--the blue-eyed blonde, the dark-eyed brunette. As she gazed, the wonderful, startling resemblance grew and grew upon her consciousness. Though one was fair and the other dark there was a subtle, haunting likeness in their features strong enough to have existed between sisters. "What does it mean?" the lady asked herself, wonderingly. "Is it a mere chance likeness?" While she gazed as if fascinated, Mr. Stuart stepped out upon the balcony. His dark face lighted with pleasure as he noted Lilia's affectionate attitude toward Irene. He stepped softly to his daughter's side and gazed at the two fair girls with a gratified smile upon his lips. And again Mrs. Leslie suppressed a little cry of wonder.