Finally his limbs became paralysed, and so he spent the last few months of his wretched life in a bath-chair, being wheeled round the garden.
Still, his constitution was so strong that he lived for quite twelve months after his return to his home, and died unexpectedly in his sleep.
Diana was not sorry when he passed so easily away, for death was a merciful release of his tortured soul from his worn-out body.

So Mark Vrain died, and was buried, and after the funeral Diana went abroad, with Miss Priscilla Barbar for a companion.
In the meantime, Lucian stayed in grimy, smoky London, and worked hard at his profession.

He was beginning to be known, and in time actually received a brief or two, with which he did his best in court.

Still, he was far from being the successful pleader he hoped to be, for law, of all professions, is one which demands time and industry for the attainment of any degree of excellence.

It is rarely that a young lawyer can go to sleep and wake to find himself famous; he must crawl rather than run.