angrily toward the house, where he knew very well what would follow on
his return there. All the while his little companion had stood regarding
first one and then the other. Now Charles stepped to her side, and said:

"I am sorry, Helen; but it is very, very hard to bear."

She shook her little head as he spoke, but held up her lips for the kiss
he offered, and saw him turn away from home towards the distant town.





CHAPTER V.

THE NAVAL OFFICER.




THE reader will think that seven league boots--the storyteller's
prerogative--are in special demand as it regards our story, for once
more we must return through a period of years to the date, or
thereabouts, on which our story opens. It was on one of those close,
sultry afternoons that characterize the climate of summer in India, that
two of our characters were seated together in a graceful and rather
elegant villa in the environs of Calcutta. The air of the lady--for the
couple were of either sex, was one of beauty in repose. She was
evidently listening to the gallant speech of her companion with respect,
but without interest, while on his part the most casual observer might