"And his name was---- ?" "Part of your surname.

Cass--Henry Cass." "You see why Providence seems to have brought that ring to you," she went on.

"But you ask me why, knowing this, I am so eager to know if the ring was found by you in the road, or if it were found on his body.
Listen! It is part of my mortification that the story goes that this man once showed this ring, boasted of it, staked, and lost it at a gambling table to one of his vile comrades." "Kanaka Joe," said Cass, overcome by a vivid recollection of Joe's merriment at the trial.
"The same.

Don't you see," she said, hurriedly, "if the ring had been found on him I could believe that somewhere in his heart he still kept respect for the woman he had wronged.

I am a woman--a foolish woman, I know--but you have crushed that hope forever." "But why have you sent for me ?" asked Cass, touched by her emotion.
"To know it for certain," she said, almost fiercely.