"We have never been there since our marriage," said Constance evasively.

"Humph!--as you will."

"It was the place," said Constance, "where you, Percy, first told me you
loved!"

The tone of his wife's voice struck on the right chord in Godolphin's
breast; he looked up, and saw her eyes full of tears and fixed upon him.

"Why, Constance," said he, much affected, "who would have thought that you
still cherished that remembrance?"

"Ah! when shall I forget it?" said Constance; "then you loved me!"

"And was rejected."

"Hush! but I believe now that I was wrong."

"No, Constance; you were wrong, for your own happiness, that the rejection
was not renewed."

"Percy!"

"Constance!" and in the accent of that last word there was something that
encouraged Constance, and she threw herself into Godolphin's arms, and
murmured:--

"If I have offended, forgive me; let us be to each other what we once