I think any woman who loves, and loves truly, becomes a queen." He looked at her, wondering at the passion in her voice--wondering at the expression on her beautiful face.
"You are incredulous," she said; "but it is true.

Love is woman's dominion; let her but once enter it, and she becomes a queen; her heart and soul grow grander, the light of love crowns her.

It is the real diadem of womanhood, Norman; she knows no other." He drew back startled; her words seemed to rouse him into sudden consciousness.

She was quick enough to see it, and, with the _distrait_ manner of a true woman of the world, quickly changed the subject.

She asked some trifling question about Beechgrove, and then said, suddenly: "I should like to see that fine old place of yours, Norman.