“I didn’t like to. I thought Stephen had kept from you the fact that the money came from me.” “And you thought I was such a booby as not to have guessed, and such a bear as not to have thanked you? Annie, that is impossible! You are hiding something from me still.” But Annie did not answer or look at him. Her eyes were fixed in front of her, as a new light broke in upon her bewildered mind. “Harry,” said she at length, raising her glittering eyes to his with an expression which was almost fear, “those flowers--you sent--by Stephen--a few days ago----” “Oh, did you get those then? He did not condescend to--” “Were they for me?” she asked, in a low voice. “For you! Of course they were for you; who else should they be for?” said Harry, irritably, his excitement getting the better of him. “Not for--not for--Muriel West!” She murmured the name so low that she had to repeat it. “Muriel West? No. Who on earth is Muriel West?” “You don’t know!” she cried joyfully. “But, Harry, I saw you talking to her on a coach at Ascot.” “Do you mean an actress named West? Why, Annie, how jealous you are! I scarcely spoke to her, and shouldn’t have done so at all if Stephen hadn’t been with her. A fellow I know took me to supper once at her house a long time ago--it was the very night of my accident--and I have never seen her since, except that day at Ascot.” “Then how was it that she was wearing my ornaments?” asked Annie, quickly; and, as she spoke, the truth flashed upon them both. “The little mean scoundrel!” growled Harry, clinching his fists. “The little crooked, lying rascal! He shall suffer for this clever trick. Then he got all he could out of both of us, and kept us apart by his lies! Of course you never said it was a disgraceful thing for me to turn trainer?” “I never knew you were a trainer until this afternoon, when I heard those two gentlemen talking about you in the carriage as I came down. He refused to give me your address, saying you had forbidden him to do so, and I found it out only by this card.” She took from her purse the card she had found in the hamper, and continued, “I went to see Stephen last Friday, determined to find out where you were. I saw a hamper of flowers with the lid open, and inside I found this card. I looked outside, and found that the direction was to ‘Miss Muriel West.’” “The direction had been changed; I directed it to you, and gave it to that wretched little hunchback for you. And, Annie, do you mean to say that, when you saw your ornaments on that woman, you thought that I had given them to her?” he asked, looking at her almost with horror. “What else could I think, Harry?” “And you never wrote to reproach me?” “I could not write about such a thing--it was too dreadful! I thought I would accuse you of it face to face. But don’t talk about it, Harry, please--I can’t bear to think of it now; it was wicked of me ever to think it could be true.”