My grandfather was the only father I ever knew, and Faith, who was born a year before me, became like a sister to me, though she soon made other pretensions!" He laughed again, almost happily.

"To gain an end she exercised authority as my aunt!" "What was your father's name ?" "Fetherdon--James Fetherdon." "Fetherdon--James Fetherdon!" Involuntarily Hylda repeated the name after him.

Where had she heard the name before--or where had she seen it?
It kept flashing before her eyes.

Where had she seen it?
For days she had been rummaging among old papers in the library of the Cloistered House, and in an old box full of correspondence and papers of the late countess, who had died suddenly.

Was it among them that she had seen the name?
She could not tell.