'Shafto.'
'The double villain! He must have intercepted that letter, and utilised the envelope with its postmarks and stamps to deceive me, and effect a breach between us.'
'Thank God you came, dearest Florian!'
'I thought you had renounced me, Dulcie, and now I almost wish you had.'
'Why?'
'It is little use to remember me now—I am so poor and hopeless.'
'After all,' said she, taking his face between her hands caressingly, 'what does poverty matter if we love each other still?'
'And you love me, Dulcie—love me yet!' exclaimed Florian passionately.
'And shall never, never cease to do so.'
'But I am so much beneath you now in position, Dulcie—and—and——' his voice broke.