but very, very little," she
said.

He took her hand and held it. "You shall know of both!" he promised.
"There is strife, there is ill-feeling between you and that lad, your
husband."

She wrenched her hand free, her face flushed gloriously.

"You!" she cried. "You too !"

"Yes, I too! I sought him out yesterday, and asked him to this house on
purpose that you and he should meet, praying that the meeting might
bring peace to you both. I knew the lad's father as I knew yours. Alicia
Linden wrote to me and told me all about this unhappy marriage of yours.
She told me that she loved you both, that you were both good, that life
might be made very happy for you two, but for this misunderstanding--"

"Don't!--don't. Oh, General Bartholomew, how can I make you understand?
It is untrue--I am not his wife! I have never been his wife. It was a
lie! some foolish joke of his that he will not or cannot explain!"

He looked at her, blinking like one who suddenly finds himself in strong
light after the twilight or darkness.

"Not--not married?"

"I never saw that man in my life before I met him at Lady Linden's
house, not two weeks ago. All that he has said about our marriage, his
and mine, are foolish lies, something beyond my understanding!"

The General waved his hands helplessly.

"It is all extraordinary! Where can that foolish old woman have got hold
of this story? What's come to her? She used to be a very clear-minded--"

"It is not she, it is the man--the liar!" Joan cried bitterly. "I tell
you I don't understand the reason for it. I cannot understand, I don't
believe there is any reason. I believe that it is his idea of humour--I
can't even think that he wanted to annoy and shame and anger me as he
has, because we were utter strangers."

She stood at the window, looking out into the dull, respectable square.
She saw a man ascend the steps and ring on the hall door-bell, but he
did not interest her.

"I shall find work to do," she said, "soon. I am grateful to you
for--for taking me in, for giving me asylum here for a time--very, very
grateful. I know that you meant well when you brought that man and me
face to face last night--that man--" She paused.

She could see him now, that man with eager and earnest pleading in his
eyes, with hands outstretched to her, as he told her of his love. And
seeing him in memory, there came into her cheeks that flush that he had
seen and remembered, and into her eyes the dewy,