uleika!" and every one around had heard him. That was something. But how glad all the old women in the world would be to shake their heads and say "Oh, no, my dear, believe me! It wasn't anything to do with HER. I'm told on the very best authority," and so forth, and so on. She knew he had told any number of undergraduates he was going to die for her. But they, poor fellows, could not bear witness. And good heavens! If there were a doubt as to the Duke's motive, why not doubts as to theirs? . . But many of them had called out "Zuleika!" too. And of course any really impartial person who knew anything at all about the matter at first hand would be sure in his own mind that it was perfectly absurd to pretend that the whole thing wasn't entirely and absolutely for her . . . And of course some of the men must have left written evidence of their intention. She remembered that at The MacQuern's to-day was a Mr. Craddock, who had made a will in her favour and wanted to read it aloud to her in the middle of luncheon. Oh, there would be proof positive as to many of the men. But of the others it would be said that they died in trying to rescue their comrades. There would be all sorts of silly far-fetched theories, and downright lies that couldn't be disproved . . .
"Melisande, that crackling of tissue paper is driving me mad! Do leave off! Can't you see that I am waiting to be
