re saying a minute ago. You made some
objection; you said--?"

"I said," Amelius reminded her, "that, even if I did meet with the
missing girl, I couldn't possibly know it. And I must say more than
that--I don't see how you yourself could be sure of recognizing her, if
she stood before you at this moment."

He spoke very gently, fearing to irritate her. She showed no sign of
irritation--she looked at him, and listened to him, attentively.

"Are you setting a trap for me?" she asked. "No!" she cried, before
Amelius could answer, "I am not mean enough to distrust you--I forgot
myself. You have innocently said something that rankles in my mind. I
can't leave it where you have left it; I don't like to be told that I
shouldn't recognize her. Give me time to think. I must clear this up."

She consulted her own thoughts, keeping her eyes fixed on Amelius.

"I am going to speak plainly," she announced, with a sudden appearance
of resolution. "Listen to this. When I banged to the door of that big
cupboard of mine, it was because I didn't want you to see something on
the shelves. Did you see anything in spite of me?"

The question was not an easy one to answer. Amelius hesitated. Mrs.
Farnaby insisted on a reply.

"Did you see anything?" she reiterated

Amelius owned that he had seen something.

She turned away from him, and looked into the fire. Her firm full tones
sank so low, when she spoke next, that he could barely hear them.

"Was it something belonging to a child?"

"Yes."

"Was it a baby's frock and cap? Answer me. We have gone too far to go
back. I don't want apologies or explanations--I want, Yes or No."

"Yes."

There was an interval of silence. She never moved; she still looked into
fire--looked, as if all her past life was pictured there in the burning
coals.

"Do you despise me?" she asked at last, very quietly.

"As God hears me, I am only sorry for you!" Amelius answered.

Another woman would have melted into tears. This woman still looked into
the fire--and that was all. "What a good fellow!" she said to herself,
"what a good fellow he is!"

There was another pause. She turned towards him again as abruptly as she
had turned away.

"I had hoped to spare you, and to spare myself," she said. "If the
miserable truth has come out, it is through no curiosity of yours, and
(God knows!) against every wish of mine. I don't know if you really felt
like a friend towards me before--you must be my frie