“Oh,” she moaned, in a faint, almost dying voice. “I knew you would find me out some day, Cecil; for the Lord’s sake forgive me!” Cecil Laurens looked at his beautiful young wife in amazement. She had grown ghastly pale, even to the lips, and her pallor was startling by contrast with her dark hair and brows, and wild, dilated eyes. He put his hand on hers and found that it was icy cold. “My darling, my darling; do not look so frightened. I am not an ogre. I am not going to kill you for one little deception!” he exclaimed. He was afraid she was going to faint, but at those kindly uttered words, the warm color rushed suddenly into her face, and she turned her eyes on him, with an expression little less than adoring. “Cecil,” she murmured, in an indescribable tone, leaning close to his shoulder, so close that he could feel the convulsive trembling that shook her form. He was alarmed, and exclaimed, reassuringly: “Darling, your little deception did not matter much. You kept the secret for your sister’s sake. Remember, I am not blaming you much.” “Yes, oh, yes, for _her_ sake!” faltered the girl, humbly. “I promised her never to betray it, but I thought--thought you would be ready to _kill_ me when you found me out! And you take it easily as this? Oh, my darling husband, you are an angel!” “No, my dear, only a very faulty man, but passionately in love with my charming wife,” returned Cecil Laurens, with a wonderful sweetness in his violet eyes. Then drawing a letter from his breast, he added: “But you will want to read John Keith’s letter?” “John Keith!--was it he who betrayed me?” Molly exclaimed, with sudden anger blazing from her dark eyes. “Darling, what does it matter now? The truth could no longer be hidden. And your poor friend in writing to tell me that he was about to throw up his situation and go south, gave as a reason for it that dastardly divorce!” “Divorce!” “Yes, dear, but read it and see for yourself!” “I--I can’t. The carriage goes too fast, and it makes my head dizzy. Tell me, please,” Molly said, with white lips and startled eyes. Cecil replaced the letter in his pocket, and said, excitedly: “John Keith told me what you knew already--that your sister Molly Trueheart had been his wife by a secret marriage almost two years, and he added what I suspected, that she was a mercenary, calculating woman. She refused to live with him even after I had placed him in a situation where he could support her in comfort. Do not look so shocked, Louise, darling, for I have more to tell you. She, his unworthy wife, went away secretly from her old home, and while in close hiding, secured a divorce from her unlucky husband on a plausible plea of desertion and non-support. Louise, _Louise_!” The last words were uttered in a tone of alarm, for his wife had quietly fainted away. Fortunately, they were almost home, for they were staying just then at The Acacias, a pretty, villa-like residence occupied by Cecil’s parents.