"Bah! no, my dear; I have no ill will against the woman, though I will not let my niece live with her or my wife visit her.
"I wish, Uncle Fabian, that you would be more explicit and tell me all you know of Rose Flowers—or Mrs. Stillwater—before she became Mrs. Rockharrt."
"Have you told me all you know of her, Cora, my dear?"
"I have said several times that I know nothing, and yet—stop—"
"What?"
"In addition to that strange interview that I overheard, yet did not understand, there was something else that I saw, but equally did not understand."
"What was that?"
"Something that happened while we were in New York city in May last."
"Will you tell me what it was?"
"Yes, certainly. We were staying at the Star Hotel. We stayed over Sunday, and we went to the Episcopal church near our hotel, to hear an English divine preach."