He was regarding her very sternly, and as his eyes caught and held hers he put his fingers in his vest pocket, drawing therefrom a narrow strip of paper, folded carefully. Holding it out, he asked: "Did you ever see this?" Before she opened it she knew it contained the address she had given to Peleg Peterson on Tuesday, and a shiver crept over her. Mechanically glancing at it, she sighed; a sigh that was almost a moan. "Regina, have the courtesy to answer my question." "Of course I have seen it before. You know it is my handwriting." "Did you furnish that address with the expectation of conducting a clandestine correspondence?" An increasing pallor overspread her features, but in a very firm decided voice, she replied: "Yes sir." "Knowing that your legal guardian would forbid such an interchange of letters, you directed them enclosed under cover to Mrs. Mason?" "I did." The slip of paper fluttered to the floor, and her fingers locked each other. "A gentleman picked up that scrap of paper, in one of the squares located far up town, and recognizing the name of my ward, very discreetly placed it in the possession of her guardian." "Mr. Palma, were you not in a carriage at that square on Tuesday?" "I was not. My time is rather too valuable to be wasted in a rendezvous at out-of-the-way squares while a snowstorm is in full blast. What possible attraction do you imagine such folly could offer me?" "I met you not very far from that square, and I thought----" "Pray take time, and conclude your sentence." She shook her head. "Some important business connected with my profession, and involving a case long ago placed in my hands, called me, despite the unfavourable weather, to that section of the city. Having particularly desired and instructed you to come home as soon as the rehearsal at Mrs. Brompton's ended, I certainly had no right to suppose you intended to disobey me." He paused, but she remained a pale image of silent sorrow. "A few evenings since you asked me to trust you, and in defiance of my judgment I reluctantly promised to do so. Have you not forfeited your guardian's confidence?" "Perhaps so; but it was unavoidable." "Unavoidable that you should systematically deceive me?" he demanded very sternly. "I have not deceived you." "My duty as your guardian forces me to deal plainly with you. With whom have you arranged this disgraceful clandestine correspondence?" Her gaze swept quite past him, ascended to the pitying brown eyes in her mother's portrait; and though she grew white as her Undine vesture, and he saw her shudder, her voice was unshaken. "I cannot tell you." "Representing your mother's authority, I demand an answer." After an instant, she said: "Though you were twenty times my guardian, I shall not tell you, sir." She seemed like some marble statue, which one might hack and hew in twain, without extorting a confession. "Then you force me to a very shocking and shameful conclusion."