The late Mrs.Harold Hunsden was a native of New York.

There she was married--there she died at her daughter's birth.

Captain Hunsden cherishes her memory all too deeply to make it the town talk, hence all the county is up agape inventing slander.

I hope you are satisfied ?" Lady Kingsland stood still, gazing at him in surprise.
"Who told you all this ?" she asked.
"She who had the best right to know--the slandered woman's daughter." "Indeed--indeed!" slowly and searchingly.

"You have been talking to her, then?
And your whole heart is really set on this matter, Everard ?" She came a step nearer; her voice softened; she laid one slender hand, with infinite tenderness, on his shoulder.
"What does it matter ?" he retorted, impatiently.