“No;” and Daisie’s outstretched white hand motioned her to a seat, as she added: “You know so much of my story, Annette, that I want you to hear the rest.” These three, who knew in their secret hearts how cruelly Daisie had been wronged, and how much they were responsible, waited in the greatest wonder and fear to hear what she might say. They were prepared for something startling from the awful pallor of her lovely face and the tragic ring of her sweet voice. She stood up, with her arms folded on the back of her chair, the long train of her blue silk gown trailing behind her on the floor, the rich color bringing out the waving gold of her hair and the lily white of her face--stood up and said to them in clear, unfaltering tones: “I thought it as well, Royall, to tell you and your cousin that it will not be necessary for you to pay Letty and her husband any greater price for my misery. I know it all.” “All!” muttered Royall hollowly. “All!” echoed Lutie, in a sickly tone of dismay. “All!” murmured Annette, in surprise and grief. And, with an almost tragic sweep of her white hand, Daisie repeated bitterly: “All!” They were unable to utter a single word. They could only wait shrinkingly for her to continue her scathing arraignment. “I know all!” she repeated, and the note of despair in her voice scathed their hearts, it was so pathetic. “I know the plot that was laid to part me from my lover, how we both were tricked and cheated by lies and forged letters that turned our hearts to ice. Letty and Cullen played their parts well from beginning to end--aye, until this very day; but----” “Dallas Bain, Lord Werter, has found out, and told you this!” hissed Mrs. Fleming fiercely. “No; I doubt if the story is yet known to him. By your own lips you are condemned. Lutie Fleming, from your own lips I heard the cruel story of my wrongs.” “Ah-h!” cried Royall, in a sharp voice of comprehension, and she went on, in that deep, accusing voice: “When I left you with Royall this afternoon, I hurried upstairs to change my dress, and came back and lay down on the sofa in the alcove to rest. I did not mean to eavesdrop. I was only tired, and wanted to rest while you chatted with Royall, so--I heard all!” There was nothing to be said, no defense possible, they could only hang their heads like detected felons. Then the scheming widow, stealing a furtive glance at her cousin’s face, was startled at its ghastly pallor. Her tenderness for him nerved her to make one effort for his sake. “Lay the blame on me!” she cried defiantly. “If you heard all, as you say, you know that he was not in the plot, that it was mine alone--all the fault mine. I dare say you would like to forsake poor Royall and run after Lord Werter now, but you cannot do it, for you stayed with my cousin of your own free will, and you cannot leave him now.” “Hush!” breathed Royall hoarsely; and Daisie turned from her with a glance of contempt. She looked at Royall, and said gently: