He looked at her with a dreamy gaze in his dark eyes.
"I am quite sure," he replied. "I love you, Marion, as much as ever I did, and I have not noticed in the least that I have failed in any attention toward you; if I have I will amend my ways."
He kissed the fair face bent so lovingly over him; and his wife laid her fair arms round his neck.
"I should not like to be jealous," she said; "but I must have your whole heart, Lance; I could not be content with a share of it."
"Who could share it with you?" he asked, evasively.
"I do not know, I only know that it must be all or none for me," she answered. "It is all—is it not, Lance?"
He kissed her and would fain have said yes, but it came home to him with a sharp conviction that his heart had been given to one woman, and one only—no other could ever possess it.
A few days afterward, when Lord Chandos expressed a wish to go to the opera again, his wife looked at him in wonder.
"Again?" she said. "Why, Lance, it is only two nights since you were there, and it is the same opera; you will grow tired of it."
"The only amusement I really care for is the opera," he said. "I am growing too lazy for balls, but I never tire of music."