I tell you that of all the women in England you are the most fitted to be the Duchess of Hazlewood--and you would be a beautiful duchess, too.

Think of the position you would occupy--second only to royalty.

I should like to see you in such a position--you would fill it grandly.

Think of the power, the influence, the enormous amount of good you could do; think of it all, Philippa ?" He did not see the sudden, sharp quiver of pain that passed over the beautiful face, nor how pale it grew in the starlight.
"I am thinking," she answered, quietly--"I am listening attentively to all that you say." She drew the light scarf more closely around her shoulders and shuddered as though a chill breeze had passed over her.
"Are you cold, dear ?" he asked kindly.
"Cold! How could I be on this warm starlit night?
Go on, Norman; let me hear all that you have to say." "I am trying to persuade you to accept what seems to me one of the happiest lots ever offered to woman.

I want to see you the Duke of Hazlewood's wife.