From the day he first saw Andree in the justice's room till the hour when she opened Ian Belward's letter, his tale went.

Then he paused.
"I remember very well," Sir William said, with painful meditation: "a strange girl, with a remarkable face.

You pleaded for her father then.
Ah, yes, an unhappy case!" "There is more ?" asked Lady Belward, leaning on her cane.

She seemed very frail.
Then with a terrible brevity Gaston told them of his uncle, of the letter to Andree: all, except that Andree was his wife.

He had no idea of sparing Ian Belward now.