XLII. A STRONG FRIENDSHIP
XLIII. A LONG DEBT
XLIV. MADE UP
XLV. THE TELEGRAM



CHAPTER I. TWO GENERATIONS



Why all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which with pain purchased doth inherit pain.

"My dear--Madam--what you call heart does not come into the question
at all."

Sir John Meredith was sitting slightly behind Lady Cantourne,
leaning towards her with a somewhat stiffened replica of his former
grace. But he was not looking at her--and she knew it.

They were both watching a group at the other side of the great
ballroom.

"Sir John Meredith on Heart," said the old lady, with a depth of
significance in her voice.

"And why not?"

"Yes, indeed. Why not?"