That failure was not her crime, but Diana's.
Fanny looked haughtily round the table.

How many of them knew what she knew?
Suddenly a name recurred to her!--the name announced by the butler and repeated by Mr.Birch.At the moment she had been thinking of other things; it had roused no sleeping associations.

But now the obscure under-self sent it echoing through the brain.

Fanny caught her breath.
The sudden excitement made her head swim .-- She turned and looked at the white-haired elderly man sitting between her and Diana.
Sir James Chide! Memories of the common gossip in her home, of the talk of the people on the steamer, of pages in that volume of _Famous Trials_ she had studied on the voyage with such a close and unsavory curiosity danced through the girl's consciousness.

Well, _he_ knew! No good pretending there.