"Giles Merry? No: he never came back, even to see her die. The man was a brute always. He went off to Africa, I believe, with the money he borrowed--that's a polite way of putting it--from old Lady Ipsen. I suppose Mrs. Merry was glad when she heard he was out of the country?" Eva nodded. "And yet I think if he had come back, she would have faced him. Ever since she knew he was not her husband, she seemed to lose her fear of him. She still calls herself Mrs. Merry for Cain's sake. No one knows the truth, save you and I and Lady Ipsen." "Well it's best to let things remain as they are. I trust Mrs. Merry is more cheerful?" "Oh yes; the fact is, Cain has converted her." "Oh, has Cain taken up his residence in Misery Castle?" Eva laughed. "It is called the House Beautiful now," she said; "Cain got the name out of the _Pilgrim's Progress_, and he lives there with his mother and his wife." "What, did he marry Jane Wasp after all?" "He did, some months after you left. Wasp was very much against the match, as he called Cain a vagabond." "Well he was, you know." "He is not now. After he joined the Salvation Army he changed completely and is quite a different person. But even then, Wasp would not have allowed the match to take place, but that Cain inherited two hundred pounds from Miss Lorry." "Ah, poor soul," said Allen sympathetically, "she talked of that sum when she was dying. Why did she leave it to Cain?" "She always liked Cain, and I think she was sorry for the slur on his birth cast by his father. But she left him the money, and then Wasp found out that Cain was a most desirable son-in-law." "Does he still belong to the Army?" "No. Wasp insisted he should leave. So Cain lives at the House Beautiful and preaches throughout the country. I believe he is to become a Methodist minister shortly. At all events, Allen, he is making his poor mother happy, after all the misery she has had." "And how do Mrs. Merry and Wasp get along?" "Oh, they rarely see one another, which is just as well. Wasp has been moved to Westhaven at a higher salary, and is getting along capitally." "I suppose he drills his household as much as ever," laughed Allen; "let us walk, Eva. We can sit on the terrace." Eva pinched Allen's arm, and he looked, to see Horace sauntering down the path with Mrs. Palmer. They were making for the arbour. The other lovers therefore sat on the terrace, so as to afford Horace plenty of time to propose. And now, Allen, said Eva, I must ask you a few questions. "What of Father Don and his gang?" "No one knows. I heard that Red Jerry had been caught by the Continental police for some robbery. But Foxy and Father Don have vanished into space with their loot. I regret those diamonds." "I don't," said Eva proudly; "I would much rather live as your wife on your money, Allen." "On my own earnings, you mean?" "Yes, though you will be very rich when your mother dies."