"Consider for a moment, Mrs.Mallet: IS it true?
Do you yourself BELIEVE it ?" She threw herself back in her chair with a dejected face.

"Oh, as for that," she cried, wearily, crossing her hands, "before you and Hilda, who know all, what need to prevaricate?
How CAN I believe it?
We understand how it came about.

That woman! That woman!" "The real wonder is," Hilda murmured, soothing her white hand, "that he contained himself so long!" "Well, we all know Hugo," I went on, as quietly as I was able; "and, knowing Hugo, we know that he might be urged to commit this wild act in a fierce moment of indignation--righteous indignation on behalf of his motherless girls, under tremendous provocation.

But we also know that, having once committed it, he would never stoop to disown it by a subterfuge." The heart-broken sister let her head drop faintly.

"So Hilda told me," she murmured; "and what Hilda says in these matters is almost always final." We debated the question for some minutes more.