“I do,” said Fitzroy, solemnly, “as I hope to be forgiven when as close to the shadow of the grave as you are now.”
“You remember, sir, when Peggy McQueen first came into your charge?”
“I remember when I first adopted the dear child.”
“You were paid to do so. The money you received helped to set you up in life.”
“If there has been any setting up in it,” answered Fitzroy.
“You have been successful ever since.”
“Till now, yes, fairly so.”
“And you knew, Peggy had a history which you did not trouble your head much to inquire into?”
“Perhaps, perhaps; but come, what has this to do with your confession?”
The man had fainted, but was soon restored, and went on again.