"Let me look at it again." The nurse understood that Fanny Warham was searching for evidence of the mysterious but suspected paternity whose secret Lorella, with true Lenox obstinacy, had guarded to the end.

The two women scanned the features.

A man would at a glance have abandoned hope of discovering anything from a chart so vague and confused as that wrinkled, twisted, swollen face of the newborn.
Not so a woman.

Said Nora: "She seems to me to favor the Lenoxes.

But I think--I _kind_ o' think--I see a _trace_ of--of----" There she halted, waiting for encouragement.
"Of Galt ?" suggested Fanny, in an undertone.
"Of Galt," assented Nora, her tone equally discreet.