r Giles?"

"Yes, you old tyrant. I hope to be up and about in a week."

Trim shook his grey head. He was rather a pessimist, and did not believe
in too sudden recoveries, insisting that such did not last.

"You'll have a relapse, sir, and be worse than ever."

Ware laughed, knowing Trim's ways, and motioned him out of the room.
When the old servant left, grumbling that his master should be
disturbed, Giles began to wonder what had brought Morley back from
Brighton. Perhaps he had come to speak of Daisy and her untimely end;
but he had already, on a previous occasion, said all that was to be said
about that matter. Ware sincerely mourned Daisy, for in a way he had
been fond of her. Still, he could not but confess that a marriage
between them would have been a mistake, and that drastic as was the
cutting of the Gordian knot, it relieved him from an impossible
position. His love for Anne would always have stood between himself and
the unfortunate girl, and her jealousy would have ruined both their
lives. Certainly he saw no chance of making Anne his wife, seeing that
she was a fugitive and accused of a terrible crime. Nevertheless, since
he had not to marry Daisy, the situation was less difficult. But Ware,
his heart aching for the woman he loved, found cold comfort in this
reasoning.

Morley entered, looking ruddy and cheerful, quite his old self, in fact.
Evidently the sea air and the change had assuaged his grief to a
considerable extent, and Giles could not help remarking cynically on his
quick recovery. "I thought you were fond of Daisy," he said
reproachfully.

"I was, and so was my wife," answered Morley, taking a seat beside the
bed. "But what's done can't be undone, and I have been trying to get
over my sorrow. But in spite of my looks, Ware, I have my bad moments.
And you?"

"I sincerely mourn for the poor girl. It is terrible that she should be
cut off so suddenly. But I am just as sorry for Miss Denham, if not more
sorry. It is those who are left behind that suffer most, Morley."

"Humph!" said the little man thoughtfully, "then you _did_ love Miss
Denham?"

"Morley"--Giles started up on his elbow--"what do you mean?"

"I am simply repeating what Daisy said."

"She had a monomania on the subject," said Ware uneasily. "I never gave
her any cause for jealousy."

"Would you have married her had she lived?"

"Certainly," said Ware coldly. "I promised my father that the daughter
of his old friend sh