"I am afraid you decided as you liked. You decided it was best, because you were so much attracted."
"Best for whom, do you mean?" Goodwood inquired.
"Well, for yourself first. For Mrs. Osmond next."
"Oh, it won't do her any good ! I don't flatter myself that."
"Won't it do her harm ? that's the question."
"I don't see what it will matter to her. I am nothing to Mrs. Osmond. But if you want to know, I do want to see her myself."
"Yes, and that's why you go."
"Of course it is. Could there be a better reason?"
"How will it help you? that's what I want to know," said Miss Stackpole.
"That's just what I can't tell you; it's just what I was thinking about in Paris."
"It will make you more discontented."
"Why do you say more so?" Goodwood asked, rather sternly. "How do you know I am discontented?"
"Well," said Henrietta, hesitating a little " you seem never to have cared for another."
"How do you know what I care for?" he cried, with a big blush. "Just now I care to go to Rome."
Henrietta looked at him in silence, with a sad yet luminous expression. " Well," she observed, at last, " I only wanted to tell you what I think ; I had it on my mind. Of course you think it's none of my business. But nothing is any one's business, on that principle."
"It's very kind of you ; I am greatly obliged to you for your interest," said Caspar Goodwood. "I shall go to Rome, and I shan't hurt Mrs. Osmond."
"You won't hurt her, perhaps. But will you help her 1 that is the question."
"Is she in need of help?" he asked, slowly, with a penetrating look.
"Most women always are," said Henrietta, with conscientious evasiveness, and generalising less hopefully than usual. "If you go to Rome," she added, "I hope you will be a true friend not a selfish one!" And she turned away and began to look at the pictures.
Caspar Goodwood let her go, and stood watching her while she wandered round the room ; then, after a moment, he rejoined her. "You have heard something about her here," he said in a moment. "I should like to know what you have heard."
Henrietta had never prevaricated in her life, and though on
