"Why have you never told me of her?" she demanded, turning to the Duke.
"Haven't I told you of the little Meredith girl? Surely I have," said The Duke, hesitatingly.
"Now, you know quite well you have not, and that means you are deeply interested. Oh, I know you well," she said, severely.
"He is the most secretive man," she went on to me, "shamefully and ungratefully reserved."
The Duke smiled; then said, lazily: "Why, she's just a child. Why should you be interested in her? No one was," he added sadly, "till misfortune distinguished her."
Her eyes grew soft, and her gay manner changed, and she said to The Duke gently: "Tell me of her now."
It was evidently an effort, but he began his story of Gwen from the time he saw her first, years ago, playing in and out of her father's rambling shack, shy and wild as a young fox. As he went on with his tale, his voice dropped into a low, musical tone, and he seemed as if dreaming aloud. Unconsciously he put into the tale much of himself, revealing how great an influence the little child had had upon him, and how empty of love his life had been in this lonely land. Lady
