“No! Heaven knows I had nothing whatever to do with bringing you to Haymore. That was entirely Mr. Quin’s own idea.”
“Then it was old Andrew that worked to bring about my visit here in the interest of my undutiful daughter.”
“No! Again you are wrong. Andrew Quin knew nothing whatever of your chance of meeting your son or daughter at Haymore.”
“Then the present crisis is accidental.”
“Providential, rather.”
“I stand corrected. Where are these people now?”
“They are on their way to this house. They will be here in one hour from this time.”
“My wretched son and daughter?”
“Yes, Mr. Legg. Your son and daughter, and the man that she believes to be her husband.”
“The man that she believes to be her husband! Believes only! Heaven and earth! has she fallen as low as that?” groaned the father.