terrace and have tea; but she would not. She felt her fortitude giving way, and knew she must hasten. “But you must, you know. The heat and your long ride have made you faint.”

“I — I’m afraid so. It — won’t — last.”

“Wait, then. You must take a little wine; you need it.” Roused to sympathy, Lady Thryng left her a moment and returned immediately with a glass of wine, which she held to her lips with her own hand. “There, you will soon be better. Here is a fan. It really is very warm. Indeed, you must have tea before you go.”

She took her passive hand and led her out on the terrace unresisting, and again Cassandra was minded to throw her arms about the lovely woman’s neck, who was so sweet and kind, and sob on her bosom and tell her all —