"I remember you--a pale, serious little girl.

Did you know my son there ?" She looked away for a moment.

"I sang for him--when he was in jail," she replied.

"I belonged to the Rescue Band." A shadow fell again upon the father's face.
"I did not know it," he said, feeling something mysterious here--something which lay outside his grasp.

"Have you seen him meanwhile?
I suppose you must have done so." "Once, in Marmion, some four years ago." "Ah! Now I understand his visit to Marmion," said Mr.Excell, with a sudden smile.