"Do you realize what this means?"
"What what means?"
"She is terrified at his coming—Markham MacLeod's."
"Well, you don't know Markham MacLeod. Perhaps if you did, you'd be terrified yourself."
"But his daughter, grandmother, a girl who calls herself his daughter!"
Madam Fulton stared.
"Don't you believe that either?" she inquired. "Don't you believe she is his daughter?"
"Not for a moment." Electra had turned and was walking toward the door, all her white draperies contributing to the purity of her aspect.
Madam Fulton continued, in the same inadequacy of amaze,—
"But Peter knows it. He knew them together."