"Who is Portia?"
"She lives at the Priory, and——"
"I see. She is the red-haired, freckle-faced girl—the daughter of Mr. Franklin. Morley told me that. Portia! What a stately name for that dreadful young person!"
"But indeed, Giles, she is a good girl, and has been a kind friend to me," explained Anne eagerly. "She told me all about you, and how you believed in my innocence."
"Ah!" exclaimed Giles, "then that was why she seemed so pleased to hear my name. I met her in the park just now, Anne——"
"You met her in the park?" Anne half rose to go. He drew her down.
"Yes, dearest. But don't be alarmed. She will never think that we have met. She was looking for this." And Giles took out the coin.
Anne gave a cry of delighted surprise. "Oh," she said, taking it eagerly, "I thought I had lost it forever. And you found it, Giles?"
"I found it," he replied gravely. "It was that discovery which made me believe that you were in the neighborhood. And then when Olga——"
"Olga." Anne looked at him suddenly. "Do you know her?"