But whether she is or isn't, one thing I know--I mean to marry her.

I believe in her; I trust her.

I only seek to gain this information now because I don't know where she is--and I want to track her." He crossed his big hands with an air of Christian resignation, and looked up at the panels of the coffered ceiling.

"In that," he answered, "I may honestly say, I can't help you.

Humbug apart, I have not known Mrs.Yorke-Bannerman's address--or Maisie's either--ever since my poor friend's death.