"Well!" echoed Foster, rather annoyed, "can't you see? Vassalla knew Mrs. Verschoyle was on board, and also that Ventin was her husband, and told Carmela Cotoner all about it; so, to save her sister, she has recanted, and written a lie--a white lie, poor soul! for which she will be forgiven in heaven."
"Then what do you think of the whole affair?" said Ronald, eagerly.
"I think that Vassalla knows more about this affair than we give him credit," replied Foster.
"Shall I answer her letter?" said Monteith, after a pause.
"If you like," returned the other, shrugging his shoulders.
"Then I will."
* * * * *
"Ronald Monteith to Carmela Cotoner.
"My Dear Miss Cotoner,--I have received your letter. Believe me, I admire and respect your silence.
"Yours truly,