"Yes," said her husband's old friend, still staring at the little red box, "and then?"
"And then he died, Lord Spunyarn," she said with a sigh; "but he had asked me to forgive him, and to take care of Lucius."
"And did you forgive him, dear madam?"
"Of course I forgave him."
"And you forgive him still?"
"Certainly, though what it was he wished me to forgive I cannot tell."
But Lord Spunyarn never looked at her; he only stared at the box upon the table. "I'm glad you forgave him," he said, "fully and freely."
"Fully and freely," she echoed.
"Mrs. Haggard, you had much to forgive. When you promised to take care of Lucius, had you any idea whose son he was?"
"No, Lord Spunyarn, nor have I now; poor Lucy would never tell me that, and I never pressed her, for it did not concern me."