He loves life so.' 'Yes!--now that he has ruined yours.' 'He didn't mean to,' she said, almost inaudibly.

'You know what I think.' Lord Findon restrained himself.

In his eyes there was no excuse whatever for his scoundrel of a son-in-law, who after six years of marriage had left his wife for an actress, and was now living with another woman of his own class, a Comtesse S., ten years older than himself.

He knew that Eugenie believed her husband to be insane; as for him, he had never admitted anything of the kind.

But if it comforted her to believe it, let her, for Heaven's sake, believe it--poor child! So he said nothing--as he paced up and down--and Eugenie finished the rearrangement of the roses.