"And that Sir Arthur Byrne has never told you anything as to your birth? Surely you must have questioned him about it?" "He has told me all he knows," said Juliet, "but that amounts to nothing." "Indeed; that is very strange. He must have had dealings with the people you were with before he adopted you. He must at least know their name?" "I don't know," said Juliet. "He doesn't know either, I am sure. It wasn't Sir Arthur who adopted me. It was the lady he married. A Mrs. Meredith. She is dead." "But he must have heard about you from her," insisted Mr. Findlay. "He would not have taken a child into his household without knowing anything at all about it." "His wife told him that I was the daughter of a friend of hers, and begged him not to ask her any more about me. He was very devoted to her, and he did as she wished. He has been most kind to me; but I am sure he would be as glad as I should be to discover my relations. I am dreadfully disappointed that you don't know anything about them. We all thought I was going to find my family at last." Juliet's voice quavered a little. She had built too much on this interview. "I am really extremely sorry not to be able to give you any information," Mr. Findlay said. He turned towards the other man with an interrogative glance, and was met by a nod of the head, at which he leant back in his chair, crossed his legs and folded his hands upon them, with the expression of some one who has played his part in the game, and now retires in favour of another competitor. The pale man moved his chair a little forward and took up the conversation. "Are you really quite certain that Sir Arthur Byrne has told you all he knows?" he said earnestly, fixing on Juliet a look at once grave and eager. "Yes," she answered. "I can see that he is as puzzled as I am. And he would be glad enough to find a way to get rid of me," she added bitterly. "I thought you said you were attached to him," said the stranger in surprise, "and that he had been very kind to you?" "Yes," said Juliet, "he has, and I am as fond of him as possible. But he has three stepdaughters now; he has married again, you know. And he is not very well off. I am a great expense, besides being an extra girl. I don't blame him for thinking I am one too many." There was a long pause, during which Juliet was conscious of being closely scrutinized. "I think I may be able to give you news of your family," said the pale man unexpectedly. "That is, if you are the person I think you are likely to be." "Oh," exclaimed Juliet, "can you really?" "Well, it is possible," admitted the other. "I can't say for certain yet." "Oh, do, do tell me!" cried the girl.