"I—I saw that woman this morning," she said, in a low voice.
"You mean Finetta?"
"Yes, she had come into the park to meet him, I believe, I saw them talking together. She is a beautiful woman—very."
"She is that."
"I don't wonder at his being—fond of her and liking to be with her."
"I hear they are seldom apart," said Lady Denby, gravely. "That ought to cure you, if anything would, Eleanor."
Lady Eleanor shook her head.
"It only makes it worse," she said, with her face hidden. "Jealousy doesn't kill love——."
"But wounded pride should do so!"
"No, no! It's true I'm proud enough to the rest of the world, but it all goes, slips away from me when—when I am near him! Oh, dear! Why, this morning when I saw him my heart——! And he looked up at me as if he had seen me only an hour or two ago! But there, what is the use of talking! I hope they will have some of these cutlets!"