A frozen fire
For years Helen’s marriage to Paul Eastwood had been a disaster and a mockery. Paul was weak, selfish, and blatantly unfaithful to her. But she was still his wife and some sense of duty, some undercurrent of feeling that perhaps she was to blame in some way, made her stay with him. Paul, she felt, was a spoiled child at heart and depended on her as he did on no one else; without her he might well be finished. But now Mark Eliot had come into her life, and Helen soon had to admit that the passionate love she felt for him bore no relation to the duty and pity that was all that was left of her feeling for her husband. What would happen to her sense of duty now?