ove with a cousin of hers,
Greville Monsen by name, and how almost on the eve of her marriage she
had thrown him over and had married Colonel Ogilvie the explorer, a man
twenty years older than herself, with an enormous fortune, and
accounted something of a hero at the time.

Colonel Ogilvie married late in life, and his brother's wife had long
ago decided that it would be better if he should never marry at all.
Mrs. Lionel Ogilvie was an ambitious woman with a fine family of sons
and daughters to whom Colonel Ogilvie's large estates and immense
fortune would have been wholly appropriate. She had always been civil
to her brother-in-law, although the estates and the money were entailed
upon his brother, and she weighed in the balance the disinterested
affection which she showed him against her feeling of satisfaction in
the fact that he was a daring and indefatigable traveller; one,
moreover, who was seldom quite happy unless he was in danger, and who
never thoroughly enjoyed a journey if any other white man had trodden
the ground before he himself visited it.

Mrs. Lionel Ogilvie was indignant at the news of Colonel Ogilvie's
marriage. Being a very wise woman she would probably in time have
controlled her temper, and by a little judicious management she might
have secured a considerable fortune for herself and her children. But,
alas! there was a necessity within her of exploding to some one when,
as in this instance, her heart was hot and her head not quite cool.
And so, with some sense of justice, venting her spleen upon the cause
of it, Mrs. Lionel Ogilvie said certain very unwise and unkind things
about her brother-in-law's fiancee and her cousin, Greville Monsen. Of
course the heated and uncontrolled words of the disappointed woman were
repeated, and there was a terrible and stormy interview between the two
brothers, who parted that same day and never spoke to each other again.

Mrs. Francis Ogilvie bore the character of being a cold and
dispassionate woman. And this was the more remarkable because on the
distaff-side she was of Spanish descent, and might reasonably have been
supposed to have inherited the instincts of that passionate and
hot-tempered nation. She never quarrelled as the brothers had done,
but her eyes narrowed for an instant with a trick that was
characteristic of her when she heard Mrs. Lionel Ogilvie's tale. And
when, in the quieter moments that followed her husband's outburst of
anger,