he would have had a right to Laura Pavely's regard, but he knew now that what had set ajar the portals of her at once desolate and burdened heart had been his kindness to, even his business relationship with, her brother. Gillie Baynton? Yes, it was to that disconcerting and discordant human chord that their two natures--his and Laura's--had perforce vibrated and mingled. Remembering this, Oliver Tropenell reproved himself for his past discontent with the partner who, whatever his failings, had always shown him both gratitude and a measure of such real affection as a man seldom shows another in a business relationship. In spite of Gillie's faults--nay, vices--he, Tropenell, now often found himself favourably comparing Laura's brother with Laura's husband. Oliver Tropenell was acutely, intolerably, jealous of Godfrey Pavely--jealous in the burning, scorching sense which is so often the terrible concomitant of such a passion as that which now possessed him. Godfrey Pavely's presence in his own house, his slightly tyrannical, often possessive attitude to Laura, the perpetual reminder that he was, after all, the father of the child Laura had borne, and who seemed to fill her heart to the exclusion of all else--all this was for this man who loved her an ever-recurring ordeal which might well have satisfied the sternest moralist. That night Oliver Tropenell dreamt of Laura. He thought that he was pursuing her through a maze of flowering shrubs and trees. She was fleeing from him, yet now and again she would turn, and beckon.... His first waking thought was that they would meet to-night--here, in his mother's house. But before that happened a long day would have to be lived through, for he had made up his mind not to go to The Chase till Laura again asked him to do so. CHAPTER III The door of Mrs. Tropenell's long low drawing-room opened very quietly, and Laura Pavely came through into the room. She had left a brightly lighted hall for a room of which the only present illumination radiated from a shaded reading lamp standing on a