showed it to be so by the flush which rose to her cheek and by the
decided trembling of her proud lip. But she did not seek to evade it.

"Sir," she said, "I cannot answer you. I never heard any of the
particulars of my birth. I was a foundling."

The mingled gentleness and dignity with which she made this
acknowledgment won for her the instantaneous sympathy of all present.
Mr. Orcutt saw this, and the flash of indignation that had involuntarily
passed between him and the prisoner subsided as quickly as it arose.

Mr. Ferris went on.

"Where do you live?"

"In this town?"

"With whom do you live?"

"I am boarding at present with a woman of the name of Kennedy. I support
myself by my needle," she hurriedly added, as though anxious to
forestall his next question.

Seeing the prisoner start at this, Imogene lifted her head still higher.
Evidently this former lover of hers knew little of her movements since
they parted so many weeks ago.

"And how long is it since you supported yourself in this way?" asked the
District Attorney.

"For a few weeks only. Formerly," she said, making a slight inclination
in the direction of the prisoner's counsel, "I lived in the household of
Mr. Orcutt, where I occupied the position of assistant to the lady who
looks after his domestic affairs." And her eye met the lawyer's with a
look of pride that made him inwardly cringe, though not even the jealous
glance of the prisoner could detect that an eyelash quivered or a
flicker disturbed the studied serenity of his gaze.

The District Attorney opened his lips as if to pursue this topic, but,
meeting his opponent's eye, concluded to waive further preliminaries and
proceed at once to the more serious part of the examination.

"Miss Dare," said he, "will you look at the prisoner and tell us if you
have any acquaintance with him?"

Slowly she prepared to reply; slowly she turned her head and let her
glance traverse that vast crowd till it settled upon her former lover.
The look which passed like lightning across her face as she encountered
his gaze fixed for the first time steadily upon her own, no one in that
assemblage ever forgot.

"Yes," she returned, quietly, but in a tone that made Mansell quiver and
look away, despite his iron self-command; "I know him."

"Will you be kind enough to say how long you have known him and where it
was you first made his acquaintance?"

"I met him first in Buffalo some four months since," was t