"Does that seem to you so easy?" inquired Beatrice, settling a top-heavy rosebud in a slender Venetian vase. "Did you never have any secrets that you were afraid to tell?"
The girl was silent for several minutes. She was crimson to the throat, and her face was turned away from her companion.
"I will do what is sure to be right and—safe," she said at last, falteringly; "I will never marry anybody, if I do not marry Roden."
THE END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.