"Do you tell him everything ?" * * * * * Wentworth, too, had reached the conviction that he and Fay were made for each other.

He might have starved out the deeper love, the truth and tenderness of a sincerer nature, if it had been drawn towards him.

He had often imagined himself as being the recipient of the lavished devotion of a woman beautiful, humble, exquisite and noble, whose truth was truth itself, and had vaguely wondered why she had not come into his life.

But perhaps if he had met such a woman, and if she had loved him as he pined to be loved, he would have become suspicious of her, and would have left her after many vacillations.

He did not instinctively recognise humility and nobility when he met them, because they bore but slight resemblance to the stiff lay figures which represented those qualities in his mind.