“I am not acquainted with the views Gen’l Darrington’s granddaughter entertains concerning Prince, as I have not seen her since the trial ended.  Have you?”

Each looked steadily at the other, and under the gleam of his eyes, hers fell, and her color flickered.

“I went once, but was denied admission.  Even Sister Serena sees her no longer.  You doubtless know that she is recovering slowly from a severe attack of illness.”

“I have heard nothing since the night she was convicted and sentenced.  To-day I found a message at my office from Singleton, asking me to call at my earliest convenience at the penitentiary, on a matter of legal business.  To what it refers, I know not, as I came immediately here.”

There was a brief silence, in which his gaze mercilessly searched her fair, proud face; then with a supreme effort she laid her hand suddenly on his, and looked up smiling: 

“I believe I was growing very impatient over your prolonged absence in New Orleans.  Time dragged dismally, and I was never more rejoiced than when I received your last letter, and knew that I should see you to-day.  Lennox, I have set my heart on something, which only your consent and acquiescence will secure to me.  I am about to ask for a mammoth sugar-plum that has dangled temptingly before my eyes for nearly a year, and I shall enjoy it the more if you bestow it graciously.  Can you be generous and indulge my selfish whim?”

He felt a quiver in the cold fingers over which his warm hand closed, saw the throbbing of the artery in her white throat, the ebbing of the scarlet in lips that bravely held their coaxing, smiling curves, and he knew that the crisis he had long foreseen was drawing near.

Leaning closer, he looked down into her brown eyes.  The end must come; but he would not precipitate it.  Like Francis at Pavia, he acknowledged to himself that all was lost, save honor.

“Whenever my Leo convinces me she can be selfish, I promise all that she can possibly ask; but the selfishness must first be incontrovertibly established.”

He had never been dearer to her than at that moment, when his brilliant eyes seemed to search her soul and magnetize her; yet she did not falter and the aching of her heart was a goad to her will.

“You merely shower lesser sugar-plums, intending they shall surfeit.  Lennox, you know how often I have longed to make the journey to Greece, Asia Minor and Egypt; you remember I have repeatedly expressed the wish?  You—­”

“Pardon me, sweetheart, but this is the first time I ever heard it.”  “You forget.  At last the consummation unfolds itself as smoothly as the fourth act of a melodrama.  My friend and schoolmate, Alma Cutting, of New York, invites a small party of ladies and gentlemen to accompany her in a cruise through the Levant, on her father’s new and elegant steam yacht ‘Cleopatra’.  I have pressing letters from Alma and Mr. Cutting, kindly urging me to join them in New York by the first of May, at which time they expect to start on a preliminary cruise through the North and Baltic seas; drifting southward so as to reach Sicily and Malta as soon as cool weather permits.  Do you wonder that so charming and picturesque a tour tempts me sorely?”