“I am not fallen!” came passionately from the quivering lips.  “I am as true a woman as either of you—­look!” and she pointed to the golden band encircling the third finger.

’Lina was satisfied, and needed no further explanations.  To her, it was plain as daylight.  In an unguarded moment, Hugh had set his uncle’s will at naught, and married some poor girl, whose pretty face had pleased his fancy.  How glad ’Lina was to have this hold upon her brother, and how eagerly she went in quest of him, keeping back old Chloe and Hannah until she had witnessed his humiliation.

Somewhat impatient of the long delay, Hugh sat in the dingy kitchen, when ’Lina appeared, and with an air of injured dignity, bade him follow her.

“What’s up now that Ad looks so solemn like?” was Hugh’s mental comment as he took his way to the room where, in a half-reclining position sat Adah, her large, bright eyes fixed eagerly upon the door through which he entered, and a bright flush upon her cheek called up by the suspicions to which she had been subjected.

Perhaps they might be true.  Nobody knew but Hugh, and she waited for him so anxiously, starting when she heard a manly step and knew that he was coming.  For an instant she scanned his face curiously to assure herself that it was he, then with an imploring cry as if for him to save her from some dreaded evil, she stretched her little hands toward him and sobbed:  “Mr. Worthington, was it true?  Was it as his letter said?” and shedding back from her white face the wealth of flowing hair, Adah waited for the answer, which did not come at once.  In utter amazement Hugh gazed upon the stranger, and then exclaimed: 

“Adah, Adah Hastings, why are you here?”

In the tone of his voice surprise and pity were mingled with disapprobation, the latter of which Adah detected at once, and as if it had crushed out the last lingering hope, she covered her face with her hands and sobbed piteously.

“Don’t you turn against me, or I’ll surely die, and I’ve come so far to find you.”

By this time Hugh was himself again.  His rapid, quick-seeing mind had come to a decision, and turning to his mother and sister, he said: 

“Leave us alone for a time.”

Rather reluctantly Mrs. Worthington and her daughter left the room.  Deliberately turning the key in the lock, Hugh advanced to her side, groaning as his eye fell upon the child, which had fallen asleep again.

“I hoped this might have been spared her,” he thought, as, kneeling by the couch, he said, kindly:  “Adah, I am more pained to see you here than I can express.  Why did you come, and where is—­”

The name was lost to ’Lina, and muttering to herself:  “It does not sound much like a man and wife,” she rather unwillingly quitted her position, and Hugh was really alone with Adah.

Never was Hugh in so awkward a position before, or so uncertain how to act.  The sight of that sobbing, trembling wretched creature, whose heart he had helped to crush, had perfectly unmanned him, making him almost as much a woman as herself.