He is a greater hero in her eyes, I sometimes fancy, than even you are.

She does nothing (or fancies that she does nothing, for you know her pretty wilfulness) without writing for his advice." "I a hero in her eyes?
I was really not aware of that fact," said Stangrave, more coldly than ever; for bitter jealousy had taken possession of his heart.

"Do you know, then, what this same obligation may be ?" "I never asked.

I hate gossiping, and I make a rule to inquire into no secrets but such as are voluntarily confided to me; and I know that she has never told Sabina." "I suppose she is married to him.

That is the simplest explanation of the mystery." "Impossible! What can you mean?
If she ever marries living man, she will marry you." "Then she will never marry living man," said Stangrave to himself.
"Good-bye, my dear fellow; I have an engagement at the Traveller's." And away went Stangrave, leaving Claude sorely puzzled, but little dreaming of the powder-magazine into which he had put a match.
But he was puzzled still more that night, when by the latest post a note came-- "From Stangrave!" said Claude.