Lillian spoke first, looking up through tears of tenderness, her little hand laid caressingly against his cheek, as she whispered with sudden bloom in her own, "Now I know why I loved you so well, and now I can see you marry Helen without breaking my heart.

Oh, Paul, you are still mine, and I care for nothing else." "But, Lillian, I am not your brother." "Then, in heaven's name, who are you ?" she cried, tearing herself from his arms.
"Your lover, dear!" "Who, then, is the heir ?" demanded Lady Trevlyn, springing up, as Lillian turned to seek shelter with her mother.
"I am." Helen spoke, and Helen stood on the threshold of the door, with a hard, haughty look upon her beautiful face.
"You told your story badly, Paul," she said, in a bitter tone.

"You forgot me, forgot my affliction, my loneliness, my wrongs, and the natural desire of a child to clear her mother's honor and claim her father's name.

I am Sir Richard's eldest daughter.

I can prove my birth, and I demand my right with his own words to sustain me." She paused, but no one spoke; and with a slight tremor in her proud voice, she added, "Paul has done the work; he shall have the reward.