‘I hardly know what to say,’ she answered.  ’I have had no experience in serious matters of this kind.’

’Do you think it would help you, Miss, if you read my husband’s letters to me?  There are only three of them—­they won’t take long to read.’

Agnes compassionately read the letters.

They were not written in a very tender tone.  ‘Dear Emily,’ and ’Yours affectionately’—­these conventional phrases, were the only phrases of endearment which they contained.  In the first letter, Lord Montbarry was not very favourably spoken of:—­’We leave Paris to-morrow.  I don’t much like my lord.  He is proud and cold, and, between ourselves, stingy in money matters.  I have had to dispute such trifles as a few centimes in the hotel bill; and twice already, some sharp remarks have passed between the newly-married couple, in consequence of her ladyship’s freedom in purchasing pretty tempting things at the shops in Paris.  “I can’t afford it; you must keep to your allowance.”  She has had to hear those words already.  For my part, I like her.  She has the nice, easy foreign manners—­she talks to me as if I was a human being like herself.’

The second letter was dated from Rome.

‘My lord’s caprices’ (Ferrari wrote) ’have kept us perpetually on the move.  He is becoming incurably restless.  I suspect he is uneasy in his mind.  Painful recollections, I should say—­I find him constantly reading old letters, when her ladyship is not present.  We were to have stopped at Genoa, but he hurried us on.  The same thing at Florence.  Here, at Rome, my lady insists on resting.  Her brother has met us at this place.  There has been a quarrel already (the lady’s maid tells me) between my lord and the Baron.  The latter wanted to borrow money of the former.  His lordship refused in language which offended Baron Rivar.  My lady pacified them, and made them shake hands.’

The third, and last letter, was from Venice.

’More of my lord’s economy!  Instead of staying at the hotel, we have hired a damp, mouldy, rambling old palace.  My lady insists on having the best suites of rooms wherever we go—­and the palace comes cheaper for a two months’ term.  My lord tried to get it for longer; he says the quiet of Venice is good for his nerves.  But a foreign speculator has secured the palace, and is going to turn it into an hotel.  The Baron is still with us, and there have been more disagreements about money matters.  I don’t like the Baron—­ and I don’t find the attractions of my lady grow on me.  She was much nicer before the Baron joined us.  My lord is a punctual paymaster; it’s a matter of honour with him; he hates parting with his money, but he does it because he has given his word.  I receive my salary regularly at the end of each month—­not a franc extra, though I have done many things which are not part of a courier’s proper work.  Fancy the Baron trying to borrow money of me! he is an inveterate gambler.  I didn’t