"I think so myself."
"Have you been making discoveries?"
"I don't know that they can be dignified by that name; but tell me of yours."
"Madame Darcy assures me that the letters which she holds, and on which she bases her case against her husband, are in the same handwriting as the name of Lady Isabelle, in the parish register."
"Lady Isabelle!"
"Yes. It's absurd, isn't it?"
"Perfectly so—you may take my word for it. But do you assure me that she said 'Lady Isabelle'?"
"We mentioned no names, of course. She said that the bride's signature corresponded—it's the same thing."
"Ah, I see. I think you've made a little mistake about this affair, my boy. I've seen the register myself."
"Good Heavens! You don't mean—you can't——!" exclaimed Stanley, a sickening suspicion dominating his mind.