In the endeavour to find some interesting subject upon which to talk, Ralph chanced upon the fatal one.  “Father,” he began, “you know that this morning we were speaking of Miss Evelina?”

The tone was inquiring, but there was no audible answer.

“Well,” continued Ralph, “I saw her again to-day.  And I saw her face.”  He had forgotten that his father had seen it, also, and had told him only yesterday.

Anthony Dexter almost leaped from his chair—­toward the veiled figure now approaching him.  “Did—­did she show you her face?” he asked with difficulty.

“No.  It was an accident.  She often left the front door open for me when I was attending—­Araminta—­and so, to-day, when I found it open, I went in.  She was asleep, on the couch in the parlour, and she wore no veil.”

At once, the phantom Evelina changed her tactics.  Hitherto, she had walked back and forth from side to side of his vision.  Now she advanced slowly toward him and as slowly retreated.  Her face was no longer averted; she walked backward cautiously, then advanced.  From behind her veil, he could feel her burning, accusing eyes.

“Father,” said Ralph, “she is beautiful.  She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in all my life.  Her face is as exquisite as if chiselled in marble, and you never saw such eyes.  And she wears that veil all the time.”

Anthony Dexter’s cold fingers were forced to drum on the table with apparent carelessness.  Yes, he knew she was beautiful.  He had not forgotten it for an instant since she had thrown back her veil and faced him.  “Did—­did she tell you why?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered Ralph.  “She told me why.”

A sword, suspended by a single hair, seemed swaying uncertainly over Anthony Dexter’s head—­a two-edged sword, sure to strike mercilessly if it fell.  Ralph’s eyes were upon him, but not in contempt.  God, in His infinite pity, had made them kind.

“Father,” said Ralph, again, “she would not tell the name of the man, though I begged her to.”  Anthony Dexter’s heart began to beat again, slowly at first, then with a sudden and unbearable swiftness.  The blood thundered in his ears like the roar of a cataract.  He could hardly hear what Ralph was saying.

“It was in a laboratory,” the boy continued, though the words were almost lost.  “She was there with the man she loved and whom she was pledged to marry.  He was trying a new experiment, and she was watching.  While he was leaning over the retort to put in another chemical, she heard the mass seethe, and pushed him away, just in time to save him.

“There was an explosion, and she was terribly burned.  He was not touched, mind you—­she had saved him.  They took her to the hospital, and wrapped her in bandages.  He went there only once.  There was another girl there, named Evelyn Grey, who was so badly burned that every feature was destroyed.  The two names became confused, and a mistake was made.  They told him she would be disfigured for life, and so he went away.”