Zula’s eyes were cast down, and the color came to her face, as she said:
“Because I could not bear to tell you of your wife’s wickedness, and I knew Paul could save you.”
“But where is Paul? I do not exactly understand,” said Mrs. Wilmer.
“He stands before you.”
“And Miss Elsworth, who is she?”
“She is but a gnome. Auralia and Zula the gypsy girl are one.”
Mr. Le Moyne stepped to Zula’s side.
“Then if you are Zula, you must be my brother’s long lost child,” he said, joyfully.
“She lies, she lies,” screamed old Meg. “She don’t look like Zula.”