Virginia had brought some lovely roses with her, and she laid them gently upon the grave. Then they stood by the grave for some time. Afterward they walked slowly to an old, ruined building nearby.

There the Duchess sat down on a fallen stone, while her husband lay at her feet while he smoked a cigarette and looked up at her beautiful eyes. Suddenly he threw his cigarette away and took hold of her hand.

He said, 'Virginia, a wife should have no secrets from her husband.'

'Dear Cecil! I have no secrets from you.'

'Yes, you have,' he answered, smiling, 'you have never told me what happened to you when you were all alone in that room with the ghost.'

'I have never told any one, Cecil,' said Virginia very seriously.

'I know that, but you might tell me.'