"You know something, nevertheless," said Miss Vane, with equal composure. "Well, I don't ask you to betray your sister. I only wish to mention that, in looking over my brother Sydney's papers the other day, I came across a letter from Florence which I consider extremely compromising. It was written from Scotland while she was still engaged to that young laird, but it showed plainly that some sort of understanding subsisted between her and Sydney Vane. They must have met several times without the knowledge of any other member of our family; and it seems that she proffered her services to Marion as Enid's governess at his instigation. What do you think of that?" "I think," said Hubert deliberately, "that Florence has always proved herself something of a plotter, and that the letter shows that she was scheming to get a good situation. You can't possibly make anything more out of it, aunt Leonora"--with a stormy glance. "I think you had better not try." Miss Vane sat for a moment or two in deep meditation. "Well," she said at length, "that may be true, and I may be an old fool. Perhaps I ought not to betray the girl to her brother either; but----" "Oh, say the worst and get it over, by all means!" said Hubert desperately, "Out with your accusation, if you have any to make!" Leonora Vane studied his face for a minute or two before replying. She did not like the withered paleness about his mouth, the look of suffering that was so evident in his haggard eyes. "It is hardly an accusation, Hubert," she said, with sudden gentleness. "I mean that I believe that she was in love--as far as a girl of her disposition can be in love--with my brother Sydney. I need not tell you how I have come to think so. In the first hours of our great loss she betrayed herself. To me only--you need not be afraid that she would ever wear her heart upon her sleeve, but to me she did betray her secret. Whether Sydney returned her affection or not I am not quite sure--for his wife's sake, I hope not." Again she looked keenly at her young kinsman; but he, with his eyes fixed upon the ground and his lips compressed, did not seem disposed to make any remark on what she had said. "I felt sorry for the girl," Miss Vane went on, "although I despised her weakness in yielding to an affection for a married man. Still I thought that her folly had brought its own punishment, and that I ought not to be hard on her. Otherwise I should have recommended her to leave Sydney's daughter alone, and get a situation in another house. I wish I had. I cannot express too strongly to you, Hubert, how much I now wish I had!" "Why?" "I misunderstood her," said his cousin slowly. "I thought that she had a heart, and that she was grieving--innocently perhaps--over Sydney's death." "Well, was she not?"