A flush as of fire came over his face.
"Why must we part?" he cried. "Oh, Heaven, what a price I pay for my folly!"
"Here is Highgate Hill," said Leone; "you go no further, Lord Chandos."
Only the silent stars were looking on; he stood for a few minutes at the carriage door.
"Shall I go to Berlin?" he whispered, as he left her, and her answer was a low, sad:
"Yes."
CHAPTER LVI.
AN APPROACHING TEMPEST.
The Countess of Lanswell was in despair. Any little social difficulty, the exposing of an adventuress, the setting aside of a marriage, intrigues, or a royal invitation, "dropping" people when it was convenient to do so, and courting them when she required them, to all and each of these deeds she was quite equal; but a serious case of cruel jealousy, a heart-broken, desolate wife on the one hand, an obstinate husband on the other, was past her power of management. Lady Chandos had written to ask her to come to Stoneland House that day.