It was a kind of a deadly work of art, maybe, but it was a starchy picture for show; for it was life size, full length, and represented the American earl in a peer’s scarlet robe, with the three ermine bars indicative of an earl’s rank, and on the gray head an earl’s coronet, tilted just a wee bit to one side in a most gallus and winsome way.  When Sally’s weather was sunny the portrait made Tracy chuckle, but when her weather was overcast it disordered his mind and stopped the circulation of his blood.

Late one night when the sweethearts had been having a flawless visit together, Sally’s interior devil began to work his specialty, and soon the conversation was drifting toward the customary rock.  Presently, in the midst of Tracy’s serene flow of talk, he felt a shudder which he knew was not his shudder, but exterior to his breast although immediately against it.  After the shudder came sobs; Sally was crying.

“Oh, my darling, what have I done—­what have I said?  It has happened again!  What have I done to wound you?”

She disengaged herself from his arms and gave him a look of deep reproach.

“What have you done?  I will tell you what you have done.  You have unwittingly revealed—­oh, for the twentieth time, though I could not believe it, would not believe it!—­that it is not me you love, but that foolish sham my father’s imitation earldom; and you have broken my heart!”

“Oh, my child, what are you saying!  I never dreamed of such a thing.”

“Oh, Howard, Howard, the things you have uttered when you were forgetting to guard your tongue, have betrayed you.”

“Things I have uttered when I was forgetting to guard my tongue?  These are hard words.  When have I remembered to guard it?  Never in one instance.  It has no office but to speak the truth.  It needs no guarding for that.”

“Howard, I have noted your words and weighed them, when you were not thinking of their significance—­and they have told me more than you meant they should.”

“Do you mean to say you have answered the trust I had in you by using it as an ambuscade from which you could set snares for my unsuspecting tongue and be safe from detection while you did it?  You have not done this—­surely you have not done this thing.  Oh, one’s enemy could not do it.”

This was an aspect of the girl’s conduct which she had not clearly perceived before.  Was it treachery?  Had she abused a trust?  The thought crimsoned her cheeks with shame and remorse.

“Oh, forgive me,” she said, “I did not know what I was doing.  I have been so tortured—­you will forgive me, you must; I have suffered so much, and I am so sorry and so humble; you do forgive me, don’t you?—­don’t turn away, don’t refuse me; it is only my love that is at fault, and you know I love you, love you with all my heart; I couldn’t bear to—­oh, dear, dear, I am so miserable, and I sever meant any harm, and I didn’t see where this insanity was carrying me, and how it was wronging and abusing the dearest heart in all the world to me—­and—­and—­oh, take me in your arms again, I have no other refuge, no other home and hope!”