She realised to the uttermost his ideal of womanhood, none the less so that it seemed no child would be born of her to trouble the exclusiveness of their love.

He clad her in queenly garments and did homage at her feet.

Her beauty was all for him, for though Emily could grace any scene she found no pleasure in society, and the hours of absence from home were to Wilfrid full of anxiety to return.

All their plans were for solitude; life was too short for more than the inevitable concessions to the outside world.
But one morning in February, Emily's eye fell upon an announcement in the newspaper which excited in her a wish to go up to town.

Among the list of singers at a concert to be given that day she had caught the name of Miss Beatrice Redwing.