"
"Put an end to your acquaintance with my husband. Put an end to it," she
repeated vehemently, "from this day, at once and forever! Can I trust
you to do it?"
"Do you think I would have entered this house if I had known he was your
husband?" He made that reply with a sudden change in him--with a rising
color and in firm tones of indignation. In a moment more, his voice
softened again, and his kind blue eyes rested on her sadly and
devotedly. "You may trust me to do more than you ask," he resumed. "You
have made a mistake."
"What mistake?"
"When Mr. Romayne introduced us, you met me like a stranger--and you
left me no choice but to do as you did."
"I wish you to be a stranger."
Her sharpest replies made no change in his manner. He spoke as kindly
and as patiently as ever.
"You forget that you and your mother were my guests at Beaupark, two
years ago--"
Stella understood what he meant--and more. In an instant she remembered
that Father Benwell had been at Beaupark House. Had he heard of the
visit? She clasped her hands in speechless terror.
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