Frazer was only able to whisper gentle and kindly words of consolation.

He would have given ten years of his life to have the right to take her in his arms and tell her that, let the world view her conduct as it would, in his eyes she was blameless and lovable.
But this was denied him.

She was the wife of another, of one who, instead of shielding and supporting her, was even then engaged in plotting her ruin.
"I nearly went mad," she continued at last, "when I first became acquainted with the truth concerning my parentage.

With calmer moments came the reflection that, after all, I was my father's child, the sister of Alan, and entitled morally, if not legally, to succeed to the property.
My wealth has not benefited me, Robert, but at least I have tried to do good to others." "You have, indeed," he said tenderly.

"But tell me about this fiend, Ooma.
You say you saw him.