In a little while the Matron would arrive at the house--and then it would be over.
Unwillingly Horace looked at her.

Their eyes met.

He broke out suddenly with something of his former violence.
"I can't realize it even now!" he cried.

"_Is_ it true that you are not Grace Roseberry?
Don't look at me! Say in one word--Yes or No!" She answered him, humbly and sadly, "Yes." "You have done what that woman accused you of doing?
Am I to believe that ?" "You are to believe it, sir." All the weakness of Horace's character disclosed itself when she made that reply.
"Infamous!" he exclaimed.

"What excuse can you make for the cruel deception you have practiced on me?
Too bad! too bad! There can be no excuse for you!" She accepted his reproaches with unshaken resignation.