This book is a reproduction from the original text. Chapter I MRS. RENSHAW, charming and most insouciante of widows, looked round the pretty little room in Green Street, Mayfair, and sighed-sighed because nowhere could her eyes alight without encountering a portrait of the man she was about to marry; and the man she was about to marry was not beautiful to look upon. He had plain, undistinguished features and not very much hair; but, then, he loved...