side, Lord Redford? How delightful! I wonder if
Lady Redford is ready."

They all trooped out in a minute or two. Berenice laid her hand upon
Mannering's arm.

"Your wife," she said, quietly, "is going a little too far. She is
getting positively rude to me!"

Mannering muttered some evasive reply. He, too, had marked the note of
battle in Blanche's tone. He had noticed, too, the unusual restraint of
her manner. She had drunk little or no wine at dinner time, and she had
talked quietly and sensibly. Directly they reached the courtyard she
seated herself on a settee for two, and made room for him by her side.

"Come and tell me about the golf match," she said. "Who won?"

Mannering had no alternative but to obey. Lady Redford, however, drew her
chair up close to theirs, and the conversation was always general.
Berenice in a few minutes rose to her feet.

"Listen to the sea," she exclaimed. "Don't some of you want to come down
to the rocks and watch it?"

Blanche rose up at once.

"Do come, Lawrence, if you are not too tired!" she said.

The whole party trooped out on to the promenade. Blanche passed her arm
through her husband's, and calmly appropriated him.

"You can walk with whom you please presently, Lawrence," she said, "but
I want you for a few minutes. I suppose you will admit that I have some
claim?"

"Certainly," Mannering answered. "I have never denied it."

"I am your wife," Blanche said, "though heaven knows why you ever married
me. The Duchess is, I suppose, the woman whom you would have married if
you hadn't got into a mess with your politics. She is a very attractive
woman, and you married me, of course, out of pity, or some such maudlin
reason. But all the same I am here, and--I don't care what you do when
I can't see you, but I won't have her make love to you before my face."

"The Duchess is not that sort of woman, Blanche," Mannering said,
gravely.

"Isn't she?" Blanche remarked, unconvinced. "Well, I've watched her, and
in my opinion she isn't very different from any other sort of woman. Do
you wish you were free very much? I know she does!"

"Is there any object to be gained by this conversation?" Mannering asked.
"Frankly, I don't like it. I made you no absurd promises when I married
you. I think that you understood the position very well. So far as I know
I have given you no cause to complain."

They had reached the end of the promenade. Blanche leaned over the rail.
Her eyes see