while. But he shook his head incredulously at the idea of the
Princess ever having posed as a model.

"No, no, that won't do!" he said. "I do not believe she was ever
in the model business. Think again. You are now a man in the prime
of life, Monsieur Gervase, but look back to your early youth,--the
period when young men do wild, reckless, and often wicked things,-
-did you ever in that thoughtless time break a woman's heart?"

Gervase flushed, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Pardieu! I may have done! Who can tell? But if I did, what would
that have to do with this?" and he tapped the picture impatiently.

The Doctor sat down and smacked his lips with a peculiar air of
enjoyment.

"It would have a great deal to do with it," he answered, "that is,
psychologically speaking. I have known of such cases. We will
argue the point out systematically thus:--Suppose that you, in
your boyhood, had wronged some woman, and suppose that woman had
died. You might imagine you had got rid of that woman. But if her
love was very strong and her sense of outrage very bitter, I must
tell you that you have not got rid of her by any means, moreover,
you never will get rid of her. And why? Because her Soul, like all
Souls, is imperishable. Now, putting it as a mere supposition, and
for the sake of the argument, that you feel a certain admiration
for the Princess Ziska, an admiration which might possibly deepen
into something more than platonic, ... "--here Denzil Murray
looked up, his eyes glowing with an angry pain as he fixed them on