Clemency gave it up at last, as a hopeless attempt; and moving her
chair by very slow degrees a little nearer to the stranger, sat
with her eyes apparently cast down but glancing sharply at him now
and then, waiting until he should ask some other question. She had
not to wait long; for he said, presently:
'And what is the after history of the young lady who went away?
They know it, I suppose?'
Clemency shook her head. 'I've heard,' she said, 'that Doctor
Jeddler is thought to know more of it than he tells. Miss Grace
has had letters from her sister, saying that she was well and
happy, and made much happier by her being married to Mr. Alfred:
and has written letters back. But there's a mystery about her life
and fortunes, altogether, which nothing has cleared up to this
hour, and which - '
She faltered here, and stopped.
'And which' - repeated the stranger.
'Which only one other person, I believe, could explain,' said
Clemency, drawing her breath quickly.
'Who may that be?' asked the stranger.
'Mr. Michael Warden!' answered Clemency, almost in a shriek: at
once conveying to her husband what she would have had him
understand before, and letting Michael Warden know that he was
recognised.
'You remember me, sir?' said Clemency, trembling with emotion; 'I
saw just now you did! You remember me, that night in the garden.
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