"But she shall approve!" hanging upon his arm, her
burning eyes close to his face. "You are mine, George!
I love you. I will share you with nobody!" She whistled
shrilly, and a hansom stopped.

"What are you going to do, darling?"

"Follow her. I will tell her something that will make
her willing to separate. Get in, get in! "



CHAPTER III

Frances, when in trouble, went out of doors among the
trees as naturally as other women take to their beds.
Lisa's sharp eyes saw her sitting in the Green Park as
they passed. The mist, which was heavy as rain, hung in
drops on the stretches of sward and filled the far aisles
of trees with a soft gray vapor. The park was deserted
but for an old man who asked Mrs. Waldeaux for the
penny's hire for her chair. As he hobbled away, he
looked back at her curiously.

"She gave him a shilling!" exclaimed Lisa, as he passed
them. "I told you she was not fit to take care of
money."

"But why not wait until to-morrow to talk of business?
She is hurt and unnerved just now, and she--she does not