"Be you her ma-in-law's cousin, and have you got her little sister ?" Wollaston looked inquiringly at Maria, who was very pale.
"It isn't Her cousin," she gasped.

"I don't know who she is.

I never saw her." Then Wollaston spoke, hat in hand, and speaking up like a man.
"Pardon us, sir," he said, "we did not intend to intrude, but--" "Get out of this," said the man, with a sudden dart towards the door.
His wife screamed again, and put her hand over a little diamond brooch at her throat.

"I just know they are sneak-thieves," she gasped.

"Do send them away, Tom!" Wollaston tried to speak again.