At first, you know, I thought everything could be made to come right in time--and then mamma told me all that terrible story about her marriage, and about the constant fear she was in; and then--I could not tell that to him--so I said he must go away.

And he did; but he told me perhaps in a year I should change my mind.

And the year is not over yet." Maurice was silent.

He would not, if he could help it, say one word of evil to Lucia about this man whom she still loved; and at first he could not trust himself to speak.
"How did you know ?" she asked.
And he understood instinctively what she meant, and told her shortly when and where he had seen Percy, and what he had heard from the solicitor.
"It is the same lady, then," she said, "that I remember hearing of." "Yes, no doubt.

I recollect some story being told of him and her, even in Cacouna." Lucia sighed heavily.