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He looked down into the innocent face upraised to his with something that was almost horror in his own. "Do you mean that dancing woman from Australia? What can a child like you know of her?" She smiled at him, the mystery still in her eyes. "I do know her. I belong to her. Do you know her, too?" A sudden hot flush went up over Courteney's face. He knew the woman; yes, he knew her.

He had deemed her a woman of many episodes, each forgotten as its successor took its place. Yet it seemed this child held a corner in her memory that was to last. She turned her face to the sun. "We have adopted each other," she said naïvely. "When Rosa Mundi is old, I shall take her place, so that she may still be remembered." The words, "Heaven forbid!" were on Courteney's lips.

It was an engaging voice a voice with soft, lilting notes in it the voice of a child. Courteney's face cleared a little. The grimness went out of his frown, the reluctance from his attitude. He stood up against the rocky barrier and stretched his hands over to the unseen owner of the voice. "I'll help you," he said. "Oh!"

He had noticed that Vava spoke a little evasively of the school and its pupils as being 'all right, which sounded qualified praise, and he was, or appeared to be, very much interested in her conversation. 'Oh I don't know; I didn't mean anything. I just liked Miss Courteney's face best, and I shall get to like the girls when I can understand them. Here Vava laughed.

Legitimacy of Mary and Elizabeth's birth. Mary and Elizabeth's differences. Courteney's long imprisonment. Mary's attentions to Courteney. Courteney's attentions to Elizabeth. Mary's plan to get Elizabeth in her power. Elizabeth's wariness. Wyatt accuses Elizabeth. Her seizure. Elizabeth borne in a litter. She is examined and released. Elizabeth again arrested. Her letter to Mary.

She would care for nothing until the bloom faded. Then, indeed, possibly, remorse might come. Someone passing his table paused and spoke the managing director of the Hurley Bay Theatre and of a score of others, a man he knew slightly, older than himself. "The hive swarms in vain," he said. "The queen refuses to emerge." Courteney's expression was supremely cynical.

In Courteney's eyes he looked stouter, more prosperous, more keenly business-like, than when he had spoken with him a few nights previously. He took Courteney by the arm and led him through a door at the side. "Let 'em yell 'emselves hoarse for a bit!" he said. "Do 'em good. Guess my 'rose of the world' isn't going to be too cheap a commodity.... Which reminds me, sir.