"My own interest!"
"Yes! This woman Rose Gernon is in love with Francis B----"
"No! no!" she murmured, her face growing white; "you are making a mistake."
"It is true," I said doggedly. "She was with him at his chambers yesterday evening at eight o'clock; she will be there to-morrow evening at the same time. I learned that fact to-day."
"Did you come here to insult me, sir?" asked Olivia in a voice tremulous with rage.
"I came here to do you a service, but if you look upon it in the light of an insult, I may as well take my leave."
"Stop, sir!" she said, placing herself before me; "you shall not leave the room till I am convinced of the truth of your statement. Why should Francis meet Rose Gernon?"
"Why should Rose Gernon play the part of a waiting maid at the Fen Inn?" I retorted.
"How can I tell?"
"To further the schemes of the man who is to marry you, Miss Bellin. She loves him and he loves her."