Even then, in the midst of that sharp sorrow, Valentine could not
help admiring Ronald's brave simplicity, his chivalry, his honor.

"I married her," he said, "and I mean to be true to her. I
thought my father would relent and forgive us, but I fear I was
too sanguine. Since my marriage my father has told me that if I
do not give up Dora he will not see me again. Every day I
resolve to tell him what I have done, but something interferes to
prevent it. I have never seen my wife since our wedding day.
She is still at Eastham. Now, Miss Charteris, be my friend, and
help me."

Bravely enough Valentine put away her sorrow--another time she
would look it in the face; all her thoughts must now be for him.

"I will do anything to serve you," she said, gently. "What can I
do?"

"My mother loves you very much," said Ronald; "she will listen to
you. When I have told her, will you, in your sweet, persuasive
way, interfere for Dora? Lady Earle will be influenced by what
you say."

A quiver of pain passed over the proud, calm face of Valentine
Charteris.

"If you think it wise for a stranger to interfere in so delicate
a matter, I will do so cheerfully," she said; "but let me counsel
on thing. Tell Lord and Lady Earle at once. Do not delay, every