"I won't hear of it!" cried Sophy angrily.
"We shall see," he went on cheerfully. "You may change your mind when I have got to the end of my story. I regret to say that Mrs. Lestrange--I do not call her Madame," explained the Captain, "because I am truly English in speech and manner--well, Mrs. Lestrange had a bad temper. We did not get on well together. And, besides, I was jealous"--his eyes flashed fire--"yes, I was jealous of Herbert Beauchamp."
"Herbert Beauchamp!" Alan thought of Marlow's will and of the legacy. How did this man come to know the name?
[CHAPTER XIII.]
A STRANGE STORY--continued
Captain Lestrange recovered from his momentary emotion, and raised his eyebrows at Alan's involuntary exclamation.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Thorold."
"Nothing," said the other hastily. "I fancied the name was familiar."
"Ah! You may have heard Marlow mention it."
"No. He never spoke of his past life."