her, at the pale, proud young face, white
as marble, Hugh Alston knew that he had never admired and reverenced her
as he did now.

"The story that you told of our marriage, that lie that I can never
understand, passed from lip to lip. Many have heard it; it has caused
many to wonder. I do not ask why you uttered it. It does not matter now,
nothing matters, save that you did utter it, and it has gone abroad.
Then one day you came to the office where I was employed, and the man
who employed me put his private room at your disposal, knowing that by
means of some spyhole he had contrived he could hear all that passed
between us. And then you offered me marriage--by way of atonement. Do
you remember? You offered to--to atone by marrying me."

"In my mad, presumptuous folly, Joan!"

"And it was overheard; the man heard all. He did not understand--how
should he? His vile mind grasped at other meanings. He went down to
Marlbury and to Morchester to make enquiries, to look for an entry in a
register that was never made. He went to General Bartholomew and then
Cornbridge, where he saw Lady Linden, and heard from her all that she
had to tell, and then--then he came to me. He told me that he knew the
truth, and that if I would marry him he would forgive--forgive
everything!"

Hugh Alston said nothing. He sat with his big hands gripped hard, and
thinking of Philip Slotman a red fury passed like a mist before his
eyes.

"I told him to go, and then came a letter from him, a friendly letter,
a letter that could not cause him any trouble. He assured me of his
friendship and of his--silence, you understand, his silence--and asked
me as a friend to lend him three thousand pounds. It was blackmail--oh,
I knew that. I hesitated, and did not know what to do. There was none to
whom I could turn--no one. I had no friend. Helen Everard is only a
friend of a few short weeks. I felt that I could not go to her, I felt
somehow that she would never understand. And then--then at last,
because, I suppose, I am a woman and therefore a coward, and because I
was so alone--so helpless--I sent the money."

"Oh, that I--"

"Remember," she said, "remember I had written to you, asking your help.
I had waited days, and no answer had come. I had no right to believe
that I could ask your help."

"Joan, Joan, didn't you know that you could? Have you forgotten what I
told you once--that stands true to-day as then, will stand true to the
last hour of my