"Yes." Donelle stood staring. She was not quite sure that she was awake, but—yes, there was Nick snoring on the window seat and the lovely river picture was on the easel. Besides, like a stab, the name she had just heard became vividly familiar, it belonged to the Walled House. "Yes, I’m Donelle Morey," she managed to say faintly. "I know all about you. Mrs. Lindsay was my friend. I thought Mr. Law was going to look after you. Has he been up here, Mr. Anderson Law?" Katherine Norval was glancing about the room, her keen eyes taking in the pictures. How splendid they were! "No, Mr. Law has never been here." Donelle was groping, groping among other familiar names in this suddenly quickened moment. "I suppose he sent Mr. Norval?" A righteous anger seized upon Katherine Norval; she felt she understood. Anderson Law had urged her husband to act for him. Norval had come, disguised, and had taken his own method of solving matters. He was making "cause" for his divorce undoubtedly, while at the same time he was deluding an innocent and trusting girl. A stern sense of duty arose in her. "I will save the girl as far as I can," she thought, "but what a dastardly thing!" "My dear," she said, "I do wish you would sit down. You make me feel quite uncomfortable." Katherine meant to disregard, before Norval’s victim, what she really believed. Donelle groped toward a chair and sat down. "I quite understand your surprise," said Katherine. "You have known my husband as—as Richard Alton. You see, Mr. Law was going abroad; he was to have carried out Mrs. Lindsay’s wishes for you, but he sent my husband instead. I suppose Mr. Norval wanted to know you well before he disclosed his errand." Donelle was experiencing the same sensation she had felt when Pierre Gavot, upon the lonely road, had spoken the terrible word years and years before! "I see I have surprised you, child?" Katherine Norval was growing restive under the look in the wide, glowing eyes fixed upon her. "It is always a bit of a shock to find that someone has—played with you. But I’m sure my husband meant no harm, at first; and then he would not know how to get out of his scrape. That would be like him, too." A laugh followed the words, a hard, thin, but sweet laugh. Still Donelle sat looking straight before her and keeping that awful silence which was becoming irritating. "Perhaps you do not believe me," Katherine said rather desperately and with a distinct sense of the absurdity of her position. "See here!" Taking a locket from her bosom she opened it and held it before Donelle’s staring eyes. "These are my husband and baby!" The picture of Norval was perfect; the child, young and lovely, seemed to be smiling trustfully at him. "It’s a pretty baby," Donelle said, and her voice seemed to come from a long distance. Then she got up quickly. "Where are you going?" asked Katherine Norval. "I—I don’t—— Oh! yes, I’m going to Tom Gavot’s."