maid to tell you so. I hope that gave you time to
dress."

"Yes, thank you," was all she said; and he rang the bell and opened the
papers, which the waiters had piled on the table, knowing the delight of
young bridal pairs to see news of themselves!

And as Zara glanced at her lord's handsome face she saw a cynical,
disdainful smile creep over it, at something he read.

And she guessed it was the account of their wedding; and she, too, took
up another paper and looked at the headings.

Yes, there was a flaming description of it all. And as she finished the
long paragraphs she raised her head suddenly and their eyes met. And
Tristram allowed himself to laugh--bitterly, it was true, but still to
laugh.

The lingering fear of the ways of men was still in Zara's heart and not
altogether gone; she was not yet quite free from the suspicion that he
still might trap her if she unbent. So she frowned slightly and then
looked down at the paper again; and the waiters brought in breakfast at
that moment and nothing was said.

They did not seem to have much appetite, nor to care what they ate, but,
the coffee being in front of her, politeness made Zara ask what sort her
husband took, and when he answered--none at all--he wanted tea--she was
relieved, and let him pour it out at the side-table himself.

"The wind has got up fiercely, and it will be quite rough," he said
presently. "Do you mind the sea?"

And she answered, "No, not a bit."

Then they both continued reading the papers until all pretense of
breakfast was over; and he rose, and, asking if she would be ready at
about half-past twelve, to go on board, so as to avoid the crowd from
the London train, he went quietly out of the room, and from the windows
she afterwards saw him taking a walk on the pier.

And for some unexplained psychological reason, although she had now
apparently obtained exactly the terms she had decided were the only
possible ones on which to live with him, she experienced no sense of
satisfaction or peace!

No pair could have looked more adorably attractive and interesting than
Lord and Lady Tancred did as they went to their private cabin on the
boat an admiring group of Dover young ladies thought, watching from the
raised part above where the steamer starts. Every one concerned knew
that this thrilling bride and bridegroom would be crossing, and the
usual number of the daily spectators was greatly increased.

"What wonderful chinchilla!" "