"Bits of it," replied the other. "I didn't split in Court, 'cause I thought the lawyer would be down on me for listening. The first thing I heard Mr. Fitzgerald sayin' was, 'You're mad--it ain't true,' an' she ses, 'S'elp me it is, Whyte's got the proof,' an' then he sings out, 'My poor girl,' and she ses, 'Will you marry her now?' and ses he, 'I will, I love her more than ever;' and then she makes a grab at him, and says, 'Spile his game if you can,' and says he, 'What's yer name?' and she says--" "What?" asked Madge, breathlessly. "Rosanna Moore!" There was a sharp exclamation as Sal said the name, and, turning round quickly, Madge found Brian standing beside her, pale as death, with his eyes fixed on the woman, who had risen to her feet. "Go on!" he said sharply. "That's all I know," she replied, in a sullen tone. Brian gave a sigh of relief. "You can go," he said slowly; "I wish to speak with Miss Frettlby alone." Sal looked at him for a moment, and then glanced at her mistress, who nodded to her as a sign that she might withdraw. She picked up her book, and with another sharp enquiring look at Brian, turned and walked slowly into the house. CHAPTER XXII. A DAUGHTER OF EVE. After Sal had gone, Brian sank into a chair beside Madge with a weary sigh. He was in riding dress, which became his stalwart figure well, and he looked remarkably handsome but ill and worried. "What on earth were you questioning that girl about?" he said abruptly, taking his hat off, and tossing it and his gloves on to the floor. Madge flushed crimson for a moment, and then taking Brian's two strong hands in her own, looked steadily into his frowning face. "Why don't you trust me?" she asked, in a quiet tone. "It is not necessary that I should," he answered moodily. "The secret that Rosanna Moore told me on her death-bed is nothing that would benefit you to know." "Is it about me?" she persisted. "It is, and it is not," he answered, epigrammatically. "I suppose that means that it is about a third person, and concerns me," she said calmly, releasing his hands. "Well, yes," impatiently striking his boot with his riding whip. "But it is nothing that can harm you so long as you do not know it; but God help you should anyone tell it to you, for it would embitter your life." "My life being so very sweet now," answered Madge, with a slight sneer. "You are trying to put out a fire by pouring oil on it, and what you say only makes me more determined to learn what it is." "Madge, I implore you not to persist in this foolish curiosity," he said, almost fiercely, "it will bring you only misery." "If it concerns me I have a right to know it," she answered curtly. "When I marry you how can we be happy together, with the shadow of a secret between us?" Brian rose, and leaned against the verandah post with a dark frown on his face. "Do you remember that verse of Browning's," he said, coolly--