Of my own will I would never have left it." Lady Carey's thin lips curled a little, her blue eyes were full of scorn.

She was not altogether a pleasant woman to look upon.

Her cheeks were thin and hollow, her eyes a little too prominent, some hidden expression which seemed at times to flit from one to the other of her features suggested a sensuality which was a little incongruous with her somewhat angular figure and generally cold demeanour.

But that she was a woman of courage and resource history had proved.
"How idyllic!" she exclaimed.

"Positively medieval! Fancy living with one man three years." Lucille smiled.
"Why, not?
I never knew a woman yet however cold however fond of change, who had not at some time or other during her life met a man for whose sake she would have done--what I did.