u thoughts of which
you, in your noble large-heartedness, would scarcely know the meaning.
Oh, my dear, forgive me! And oh, come to me through this darkness and
explain what I have done wrong; explain what it is you have to face; tell
me what has come between us. For indeed, if you leave me, I shall die."

Myra now felt certain that the fault was hers; and she suffered less than
when she had thought it his. Yet she was sorely perplexed. For, if the
Earl of Airth and Monteith might write himself down "Jim Airth" in the
Moorhead Inn visitors' book, and be blameless, why might not Lady Ingleby
of Shenstone take an equally simple name, without committing an
unpardonable offence?

Myra pondered, wept, and reasoned round in a circle, growing more and
more bewildered and perplexed.

But by-and-by she went indoors and tried to remove all traces of recent
tears. She must not let her sorrow make her selfish. Ronald and Billy
would be wanting tea, and expecting her to join them.

* * * * *

Meanwhile the two friends, their rackets under their arms, had strolled
through the shrubbery at the front of the house, to the beautiful tennis
lawns, long renowned as being the most perfect in the neighbourhood. Many
a tournament had there been fought out, in presence of a gay crowd,
lining the courts, beneath the shady chestnut trees.

But on this day the place seemed sad and deserted. They played one set,
in silence, hardly troubling to score; then walked to the net and stood
close together, one on either side.

"We must tell her," said Ronald, examining his racket, minutely.

"I suppose we must," agreed Billy, reluctantly. "We could not let her
marry him."

"Duffer! you don't suppose he would dream of marrying her? He will come
back, and tell her himself to-morrow. We must tell her, to spare her that
interview. She need never see him again."

"I say, Ron! Did you see her go quite pink when she told us his name? And
in spite of the trouble to-day, she looks half a dozen years younger than
when she went away. You know she does, old man!"

"Oh, that's the rest-cure," explained Ronnie, but without much
conviction. "Rest-cures always have that effect. That's why women go in
for them. Did you ever hear of a man doing a rest-cure?"

"Well, I've heard of _you_, at Overdene," said Billy, maliciously.

"Rot! You don't call staying with the duchess a rest-cure? Good heavens,
man! You get about