“Do not interrupt me! I repeat, it is you who are injured, and if you ever hope to have the mastery over Anthony — ”

“But, ma’am, you are quite mistaken!” Hero assured her. “I never thought of such a thing! I only want to make him happy, and not to be such a tiresome wife!”

“You are besotted!” said her ladyship. “I have a very good mind to wash my hands of you! Only want to make him happy indeed! Yes! And if it would make him happy to divorce you and marry this Milborne chit, you will help him to do it, I dare say!”

Hero thought this over. “No, I won’t!” she said suddenly. “If Isabella loved Sherry, I would try my best not to be selfish, but she doesn’t love him, and if she is encouraging him now to follow her about in this odious way, it is just because Severn did not come up to scratch, whatever she may have told Sherry! And I know all the gentlemen who would like to marry Isabella, and Sherry is by far the most eligible, now that Severn is out of the running — or he would be, if I did not exist — and he shall not be sacrificed to Isabella’s horrid ambition!”

Lady Saltash’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Now you are beginning to talk like a sensible woman!” she said. “And pray how do you mean to rescue him from this designing beauty’s toils?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Hero confessed. “Of course, if I were to return to Sherry, she couldn’t marry him, could she? But I do not at all know that he wants me: in fact, I have a great fear that he does not; and so that would not make him happy in the least. And, oh, dear, ma’am, when I recall how lovely Isabella is, besides being an heiress, and so well-bred, and never doing the wrong thing, and in every respect all that a wife should be, I can’t conceive how Sherry’s affections could fail to reanimate towards her!”

“It is my belief,” responded her ladyship calmly, “that Sherry never had the smallest real affection for her. Very pretty all this talk of his having married you in a fit of pique! I am reading of such things for ever in trashy novels, but in all the course of my life I have not yet observed it to happen! A man whose affections had been seriously engaged would not have relinquished his suit as easily as Sherry seems to have done, my dear, depend upon it! The truth is that he was not in love with either of you. What his sentiments may now be I do not pretend to say, but it is in the nature of nine men out of ten that what may be theirs for the picking up they are much inclined to despise, and what seems to be out of reach they instantly and fervently desire. Now, you do not know whether Anthony loves you or not, and very likely he does not know either. Drop into his hands like a ripe plum, and I dare say you may never know, for I do him the justice to assume that he would receive you again with a good grace. He was never a bad-natured boy: indeed, I used to think he had a great deal of sweetness in his disposition, would someone but encourage him to show it! If you wish to know how you stand with him, let him think that you have no particular desire to return to him! If he wants you, he will move heaven and earth to win you; if he does not — well, then you may make him happy in whatever foolish fashion you choose!”

Hero, who had listened to this with the greatest attention, turned it over in her mind before replying. She said slowly, at last: “It will be very hard, but perhaps, in the end, it would be for the best. I do understand what you mean, dear ma’am. Only, when George told me that he was coming here, I thought — I could not help thinking that it was because some chance had informed him that I was with you. And I could not help indulging the hope that he did love me after all.”

“Yes, my dear,” agreed her ladyship, with a certain amount of dryness. “That would have put quite another complexion on the affair. But it does not appear that he has the least notion of your being with me.”

“No,” Hero said sadly.