favorite, would be disowned — and partly to show his brother and their father that I still held, as I supposed, the winning hand.  On my wedding-day I vowed that I would yet bring Hugh Mainwaring to my feet as my lover, and when, shortly afterwards, your father was disinherited in his favor, my desire for revenge was only intensified.  I redoubled my efforts to win him, and I found it no difficult task; he was even more willing to play the lover to his brother’s wife than to the penniless girl whom he had known, with no possessions but her beauty and wit.  At first, our meetings were clandestine; but we soon grew reckless, and in one or two instances I openly boasted of my conquest, hoping thereby to arouse his father’s displeasure against him also.  But in that I reckoned wrong.  He disinherited and disowned his son for having honorably married a woman whom he considered below him in station, but for an open affaire d’amour with that son’s wife, he had not even a word of censure.

“Your father discovered the situation and decided upon a life in Australia.  If he had then shown me some consideration, the future might have been vastly different; but he grew morose and taciturn, and I, accustomed to gay society and the admiration of crowds, was left to mope alone in a strange country, with no companionship whatever.  What wonder that I hungered for the old life, or that a casual admiring glance, or a few words even of flattery, were like cold water to one perishing with thirst!  Then new hope came into my lonely life, and I spent months in dreamy, happy anticipations of the future love and companionship of my child.  But even that boon was denied me.  It was hard enough, believing, as I did, that my child had died, but to find that I was robbed of that which would have been not only my joy and happiness, but my salvation from the life which followed!” She paused, apparently unable to proceed, and buried her eyes in a dainty handkerchief, while Harold Mainwaring watched her, the hard lines deepening about his mouth.

“After that,” she resumed, in trembling tones, “all hope was gone.  Your father deserted me soon afterwards, leaving me nearly penniless, and a flew years later I returned to England.”

“To find Hugh Mainwaring?” he queried.

“Not at the first,” she answered, but her eyes fell before the cynicism of his glance.  “I had no thought of him then, but I learned through Richard Hobson, whom I met in London at that time, of the will which had been made in my husband’s favor, but which he told me had been destroyed by Hugh Mainwaring.  He said nothing of the clause forbidding that any of the property should pass to me, and I immediately sailed for America in search of Hugh Mainwaring, believing that, with my knowledge of the will, I, as his brother’s widow, could get some hold upon him by which I could compel him either to share the property with me or to marry me.”

“Then you were not married to Hugh Mainwaring in England, as you testified at the inquest?”