"Who is her daughter?"
She raised her parasol toward the spot where Mildred Margrave stood and said, "That is her daughter."
"Miss Margrave? Why has she a different name?"
"Let Mrs. Gladney explain that to you. Do not make yourself known to the daughter till you see her mother. Believe me, it will be better for the daughter's sake."
She now turned and looked at him with a pity through which trembled something like a troubled fear. "You asked me to forgive you," she said. "Good-bye. Mark Telford, I do forgive you." She held out her hand. He took it, shaking his head a little over it, but said no word.
"We had better part here and meet no more," she added.
"Pardon, but banishment," he said as he let her hand go.
"There is nothing else possible in this world," she rejoined in a muffled voice.
"Nothing in this world," he replied. "Good-bye till we meet again—somewhere."
So saying, he turned and walked rapidly away. Her eyes followed him, a look of misery, horror and sorrow upon her. When he had disappeared in the trees, she sat down on the bench. "It is dreadful," she whispered, awestricken. "His friend her husband! His daughter there, and he does not know her! What will the end of it be?"