It was a beautiful, pure morning.

For many years there had not been so brilliant a season in London; every one seemed to be enjoying it; ball succeeded ball; _fete_ succeeded _fete_.

Lord Arleigh had received a note from the Duchess of Hazlewood, asking him if he would call before noon, as she wished to see him.
He went at once to Verdun House, and was told that the duchess was engaged, but would see him in a few minutes.

Contrary to the usual custom, he was shown into a pretty morning-room, one exclusively used by the duchess--a small, octagonal room, daintily furnished, which opened on to a small rose-garden, also exclusively kept for the use of the duchess.

Into this garden neither friend nor visitor ever ventured; it was filled with rose-trees, a little fountain played in the midst, and a small trellised arbor was at one side.