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Sir Duke sprang to his feet. “You mean, Just, that–“

“I mean that Emily Dorset was the sister of Hall Vincent’s wife.”

Sir Duke’s brown fingers clasped and unclasped nervously. He was about to speak, but the Honourable said: “That is only half the story–wait.

“Emily Dorset would have told Lawless all in due time, but women don’t like to be bullied ever so little, and that, and the unhappiness of the thing, kept her silent in her short interview with Lawless. She could not have guessed that Lawless would go as he did. Now, the secret of her diplomacy with the uncle–diplomacy is the best word to use–was Duke Lawless’s advancement. She knew how he had set his heart on the ranching or planting life. She would have married him without a penny, but she felt his pride in that particular, and respected it. So, like a clever girl, she determined to make the old chap give Lawless a cheque on his possible future. Perhaps, as things progressed, the same old chap got an absurd notion in his head about marrying her to Just Trafford, but that was meanwhile all the better for Lawless. The very day that Emily Dorset and Just Trafford succeeded in melting Admiral Lawless’s heart to the tune of eight thousand, was the day that Duke Lawless doubted his friend and challenged the loyalty of the girl he loved.”

Sir Duke’s eyes filled. “Great Heaven! Just–” he said.

“Be quiet for a little. You see she had taken Trafford into her scheme against his will, for he was never good at mysteries and theatricals, and he saw the danger. But the cause was a good one, and he joined the sweet conspiracy, with what result these five years bear witness. Admiral Lawless has been dead a year and a half, his wife a year. For he married out of anger with Duke Lawless; but he did not marry Emily Dorset, nor did he beget a child.”

“In Australia I saw a paragraph speaking of a visit made by him and Lady Lawless to a hospital, and I thought–“

“You thought he had married Emily Dorset and–well, you had better read that letter now.”

Sir Duke’s face was flushing with remorse and pain. He drew his hand quickly across his eyes. “And you’ve given up London, your profession, everything, just to hunt for me, to tell me this–you who would have profited by my eternal absence! What a beast and ass I’ve been!”

“Not at all; only a bit poetical and hasty, which is not unnatural in the Lawless blood. I should have been wild myself, maybe, if I had been in your position; only I shouldn’t have left England, and I should have taken the papers regularly and have asked the other fellow to explain. The other fellow didn’t like the little conspiracy. Women, however, seem to find that kind of thing a moral necessity. By the way, I wish when you go back you’d send me out my hunting traps. I’ve made up my mind to–oh, quite so–read the letter–I forgot!”

Sir Duke opened the letter and read it, putting it away from him now and then as if it hurt him, and taking it up a moment after to continue the reading. The Honourable watched him.

At last Sir Duke rose. “Just–“

“Yes? Go on.”

“Do you think she would have me now?”

“Don’t know. Your outfit is not so beautiful as it used to be.”

“Don’t chaff me.”

“Don’t be so funereal, then.”

Under the Honourable’s matter of fact air Sir Duke’s face began to clear. “Tell me, do you think she still cares for me?”

“Well, I don’t know. She’s rich now–got the grandmother’s stocking. Then there’s Pedley, of the Scots Guards; he has been doing loyal service for a couple of years. What does the letter say?”

“It only tells the truth, as you have told it to me, but from her standpoint; not a word that says anything but beautiful reproach and general kindness. That is all.”