“With Mrs. Davenant?” he exclaimed. “With Stephen’s mother?”
Una nodded.
“Yes; he has been very kind and good to me.”
Jack stared breathless.
“Stephen good to you!” he said, fiercely. “What do you mean? Am I dreaming?”
“It was he who came to Warden with Mrs. Davenant,” said Una, vaguely, troubled by the stern look of suspicion which had settled like a cloud on Jack’s face.
“I don’t understand,” he said grimly. “Stephen—Stephen! How did he know of your existence?”
“Some friend,” said Una; “I do not quite know. At any rate, it was through him. And I like Mrs. Davenant.”
Jack nodded.
“Yes, she is a good woman. But Stephen——”