"But to whom can I turn?" said Una helplessly. "I have no friend."
Beaumont arose to his feet, and came close to her.
"Yes, you have one--myself."
"You?" she cried, recoiling with a shudder.
"Yes. I love you passionately, Una, and if you will be my wife, I will recover your property for you."
"But--your own son?"
"I despise a son who could act as Reginald has done. I came down here expecting to find an honourable man, but instead I discover a scoundrel, a forger, and a thief."
"Is it all true what you have said?" murmured Una, looking straight at him.
"All true," he answered solemnly, "I swear it."
"You liar!"