erning an
application for a dissolution of marriage from her husband, on the usual
grounds, by Mrs. Barrington Fox.

"Good God! a walkover for her!" he exclaimed in consternation. Being
full of concern for Jack, he forthwith proceeded with the news to Miss
Bright, and they lamented together in bitterness over the young man's
impending ruin. "She has played her cards like a sharper, and I have no
doubt that that old idiot, Jack, is done for," Tommy observed.

"But why should he marry her?" Honor protested. "Two wrongs don't make a
right."

"He feels, I suppose, in honour bound to marry her."

"In honour bound to punish himself by rewarding her dishonesty?"

"He shared it."

"Hers was the greater sin. She tempted him. Think of her age and his,
her experience of life and his!--I don't see it!"

"Men have a special code of honour, it seems."

"Tommy, it is a case of kidnapping. Jack's only a foolish, weak boy,
deserving of punishment, but it isn't fair that the punishment should be
life-long!"

"He is pretty sick of himself, I can vouch for that."

Jack's undoing was a source of depression to Honor Bright, and the
question of how to save him was with her continually.

It was a cold day with a pleasant warmth in the sunshine as Honor swung
along the roads on foot, her gun under her arm, and a bag of cartridges
slung from her shoulder. She was dressed in a Norfolk jacket and short
skirt of tweed, with top boots as a protection from snakes, and her free
and graceful carriage was a beautiful thing to see. So thought the
doctor as he watched her from behind a pillar in his bungalow verandah.

He had returned by the last train the previous night a few days before
he was expected, and, as yet, no one besides his servants and the
_locum_ knew of it.

When Honor had passed he began making hasty preparations to go out. His
shot gun was taken down from a rack, examined, cleaned, and oiled
afresh; cartridges were dropped into his pocket; thick boots suitable to
muddy places were pulled on, accompanied by much impatience and a few
swear words.

Would he have the motor? Yes--no! The motor could be taken by a mechanic
to a certain point by the Panipara Jhil and left there for his
convenience.

In the meantime, Honor tramped through the fields taking all the short
cuts she knew, and was soon on the fringe of the grass in complete
enjoyment of the wildness of the scene and its solitude. The slanting
rays of the morning s