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The day after e I did not come into the salon until just

before luncheon, at half-past twelve o'clock My bride was not there

"Her Ladyship has gone out walking, Sir Nicholas," Burton informed me as

he settledupon the table It was a volume of

Laurence Hope's "Last Poems" It may have coo, but I had not reh, but soe and had

evidently paused to read a poem called "Listen Beloved," the paper knife

lay between the leaves Whoever it was must have read it over and over,

for the book opened easily there, and one verse strucksoul remembers

A previous love to which it aims and strives,

As if this fire of ours were but the embers

Of some wild flame burnt out in former lives

Perchance in earlier days I did attain

That which I seek for now, so all in vain

Maybe ht, long since dissolved and dead"

And then e