"Yes, I am very happy," said the young wife, simply. "My husband loves me, I have no rivals, no jealousies, no annoyances; I may say I am perfectly happy."
"I pray God that you may always be so!" said Leone, gently.
And with an impulse she could not resist she bent down and kissed the sweet face.
Then Lady Chandos looked up.
"I am afraid," she said, "that our pleasant five minutes' chat is ended. We must go back to the ballroom. I am afraid all your admirers will be very angry with me, Madame Vanira."
"That is a matter of perfect indifference?" she replied. "I know you better, Lady Marion, for those five minutes spent here than I should have done during a century in ballrooms."
"And you promise that we shall always be friends," said the fair woman who called herself Lady Chandos.
"I promise, and I will keep my word," said the beautiful singer, who had believed herself to be his wife.
And with those words they parted.