Why all delights are vain, but that most vain Which with pain purchased doth inherit pain. "My dear-Madam-what you call heart does not come into the question at all." Sir John Meredith was sitting slightly behind Lady Cantourne, leaning towards her with a somewhat stiffened replica of his former grace. But he was not looking at her-and she knew it. They were both watching a group at the other side of the great ballroom. "Sir John Meredith on Heart," said the old lady, with a depth of significance in her voice. "And why not?"