"Just like a woman," said Ricordo quietly; "but there is one thing which is not quite clear to me. Why, if she did not care, has she not married some one else?"
"Well, I am not quite sure if that is the reason, but she made a vow to Leicester the night before the day fixed for the wedding that she would never marry another man, no matter what might happen."
"And you think she is keeping the vow?"
"Possibly; I don't know."
"A very interesting story, Mr. Winfield. I think I could tell you one quite as interesting. And you say the man committed suicide?"
"Yes," said Winfield with a sigh.
"Why?"
"Well, I suppose he had nothing to live for. He was disgraced, he was hooted out of his constituency, he had alienated friends, and he had neither faith nor hope."
For a few minutes they walked in silence. Then Ricordo said:
"And was he the kind of man, Mr. Winfield, who, according to your thoughts, would commit suicide?"