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"I must know whether I have been deceived."
"Never by Raymond!" cried Rosamond.
"Never, never, never!" cried Cecil, with most unusual excitement.
"He told me all that concerned himself at the very first. I wish he
had told me who it was. How much it would have saved! Rosamond,
you know, I am sure."
"Yes, I made Julius tell me; but indeed, Cecil, you need not mind.
Never has a feeling more entirely died out."
"Do you think I do not know that?" said Cecil. "Do you think my
husband could have been my husband if he had not felt _that_?"
"Dear Cecil, I am so glad," cried impulsive Rosamond; her gladness,
in truth, chiefly excited by the anger that looked like love for
Raymond. "I mean, I am glad you see it so, and don't doubt him."
"I hope we are both above that," said Cecil. "No, it is Camilla
that I want to know about. I _must_ know whether she told me
truth."
"She told! what did she tell you?"
"That _he_--Raymond--had loved some one," said Cecil in a stifled
voice; "that I little knew what his love could be. I thought it had
been for her sister in India.


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