"I will keep your secret. If he is discovered in the house, someone else must do it."
"Oh, you're indeed my friend!" she cried impulsively. "I can never forget your goodness to me. There are, I'm sure, few men like you in the world."
The Secretary flushed under her praise, and disclaiming any inherent superiority to the other members of his race, hastened to change the subject by saying:—
"Tell me, are you succeeding any better with your proofs against your husband on another charge?"
"I've made a discovery this morning which has greatly disturbed me. I do not know how to act."
"What have you found?"
"I've compared the handwriting of the letters I hold, with the handwriting of the most recent entry in the marriage register of this church."
"Good Heavens! It surely can't tally——!"
"It does, and with the name of the bride."
The Secretary was simply staggered,—Lady Isabelle—it was impossible on the face of it.