" * * * * * "-- You understand," Marlow interrupted the current of his narrative, "that in order to be consecutive in my relation of this affair I am telling you at once the details which I heard from Mrs.Fyne later in the day, as well as what little Fyne imparted to me with his usual solemnity during that morning call.

As you may easily guess the Fynes, in their apartments, had read the news at the same time, and, as a matter of fact, in the same august and highly moral newspaper, as the governess in the luxurious mansion a few doors down on the opposite side of the street.
But they read them with different feelings.

They were thunderstruck.
Fyne had to explain the full purport of the intelligence to Mrs.Fyne whose first cry was that of relief.

Then that poor child would be safe from these designing, horrid people.

Mrs.Fyne did not know what it might mean to be suddenly reduced from riches to absolute penury.