struck up Palace Gardens.




BOOK II.

Of his Mary.




CHAPTER I.

Excursions In The Memory Of A Heroine.



I.

AS that cab swung round the corner bearing away the nameless haunter
of George's dreams, she to the red wrath beside her turned, and, "Oh,
Mrs. Chater," she said, "I hope you are not hurt!"

By a mercy Mrs. Chater was not hurt. By a special intervention of
Providence she had escaped a fearful death. Whether she would ever
recover from the shock was another matter. Whether the shock would
prove to be that sudden strain on her heart which she had been warned
would end fatally, might at any moment be proved. Much anybody, except
her darling children, would care if she were brought home dead in this