LEFT alone with the woman whose charm still held him to her, cruelly as she had tried his devotion by her marriage, Mountjoy found the fluent amiability of the husband imitated by the wife. She, too, when the door had hardly closed on Lord Harry, was bent on persuading Hugh that her marriage had been the happiest event of her life.

“Will you think the worse of me,” she began, “if I own that I had little expectation of seeing you again?”

“Certainly not, Iris.”

“Consider my situation,” she went on. “When I remember how you tried (oh, conscientiously tried!) to prevent my marriage — how you predicted the miserable results that would follow, if Harry’s life and my life became one — could I venture to hope that you would come here, and judge for yourself? Dear and good friend, I have nothing to fear from the result; your presence was never more welcome to me than it is now!”

Whether it was attributable to prejudice on Mountjoy’s part, or to keen and just observation, he detected something artificial in the ring of her enthusiasm; there was not the steady light of truth in her eyes, which he remembered in the past and better days of their companionship. He was a little — just a little — irritated. The temptation to remind her that his distrust of Lord Harry had once been her distrust too, proved to be more than his frailty could resist.

“Your memory is generally exact,” he said; “but it hardly serves you now as well as usual.”

“What have I forgotten?”

“You have forgotten the time, my dear, when your opinion was almost as strongly against a marriage with Lord Harry as mine.”

Her answer was ready on the instant: “Ah, I didn’t know him then as well as I know him now!”

Some men, in Mountjoy’s position, might have been provoked into hinting that there were sides to her husband’s character which she had probably not discovered yet. But Hugh’s gentle temper — ruffled for a moment only — had recovered its serenity. Her friend was her true friend still; he said no more on the subject of her marriage.

“Old habits are not easily set aside,” he reminded her. “I have been so long accustomed to advise you and help you, that I find myself hoping there may be some need for my services still. Is there no way in which I might relieve you of the hateful presence of Mr. Vimpany?”

“My dear Hugh, I wish you had not mentioned Mr. Vimpany.”

Mountjoy concluded that the subject was disagreeable to her. “After the opinion of him which you expressed in your letter to me,” he said, “I ought not to have spoken of the doctor. Pray forgive me.”

Iris looked distressed. “Oh, you are quite mistaken! The poor doctor has been sadly misjudged; and I”— she shook her head, and sighed penitently —“and, I,” she resumed, “am one among other people who have ignorantly wronged him. Pray consult my husband. Hear what he can tell you — and you will pity Mr. Vimpany. The newspaper makes such large demands on our means that we can do little to help him. With your recommendation he might find some employment.”

“He has already asked me to assist him, Iris; and I have refused. I can’t agree with your change of opinion about Mr. Vimpany.”

“Why not? Is it because he has separated from his wife?”

“That is one reason, among many others,” Mountjoy replied.

“Indeed, indeed you are wrong! Lord Harry has known Mrs. Vimpany for years, and he says — I am truly sorry to hear it — that the separation is her fault.”

Hugh changed the subject again. The purpose which had mainly induced him to leave England had not been mentioned yet.

Alluding to the newspaper, and to the heavy pecuniary demands made by the preliminary expenses of the new journal, he reminded Iris that their long and intimate friendship permitted him to feel some interest in her affairs. “I won’t venture to express an opinion,” he added; “let me only ask if Lord Harry’s investments in this speculation have compelled him to make some use of your little fortune?”

“My husband refused to touch my fortune,” Iris answered. “But”— She paused, there. “Do you know how honourably, how nobly, he has behaved?” she abruptly resumed. “He has insured his life: he has burdened himself with the payment of a large sum of money every year. And all for me, if I am so unfortunate (which God forbid!) as to survive him. When a large share in the newspaper was for sale, do you think I could be ungrateful enough to let him lose the chance of making our fortune, when the profits begin to come in? I insisted on advancing the money — we almost quarrelled about it — but, you know how sweet he is. I said: ‘Don’t distress me’; and the dearest of men let me have my own way.”

Mountjoy listened in silence. To have expressed what he felt would have been only to mortify and offend Iris. Old habit (as he had said) had made the idea of devoting himself to her interests the uppermost idea in his mind. He asked if the money had all been spent. Hearing that some of it was still left, he resolved on making the............