No counsel or
encouragement had any effect upon him; he did, as I have seen so many
do--he resigned himself to the out-going tide. Well, for the secret. He
had been a felon. His crime had been committed through ministering to his
wife's vanity."
Here I paused. I felt Mrs. Falchion's eyes searching me. I raised mine
steadily to hers with an impersonal glance, and saw that she had not
changed colour in the least. But her eyes were busy.
I proceeded: "When he was disgraced she did not come near him. When he
went to her, after he was released" (here I thought it best to depart
from any close resemblance to Mrs. Falchion's own story), "and was
admitted to her, she treated him as an absolute stranger--as one who had
intruded, and might be violent. She said that she and her maid were alone
in the house, and hinted that he had come to disturb them. She bade him
go, or she must herself go. He called her by his own name, and begged
her, by the memory of their dead child, to speak kindly to him. She said
he was quite mistaken in her name, that she was Mrs. Glave, not Mrs.
Anson, and again insisted that he should go.
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