“Let me tell you what you are looking for.”
“I—looking for?”
“Yes; you are looking for something for fear it should fall into the hands of the police.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh! is it possible that a man can be so base? Let me tell you, then. You are looking for the locket snapped from your chain when my poor father was stricken down.”
“Madelaine! what are you saying?”
“Stricken down by the wretch whom, in my pity and love, I had asked him to receive into his house, that he might redeem his character, and prove to the world that he had only been weak.”
“You—you did this!” he gasped.
“I did this; and found that in his love for his old friend my father had already determined to be a second father to his son.”
“Oh!”