Mrs.Simcoe continued: "Lawrence Newt, at least let us be candid with each other.

By the memory of the dead--by the common sorrow we have known, there should be no cloud between us about Hope Wayne.

I use your own words.

Tell me what you feel as frankly as you feel it." There was simple truth in the earnest face before him.

While she was speaking she raised her hand involuntarily to her breast, and gasped as if she were suffocating.