"And your model gave us away?"
"I beg pardon?" Thornly drew himself together; "what did you say?"
"I said, your model, the Pimpernel, told you? It must have given the little thing a bad half hour to be found out."
"It killed her childhood," the young man returned; "it died hard, and it wasn't pleasant for me to witness, but, thank God, the woman in her saved her soul from utter annihilation. Somehow, I have always wanted you and Katharine to know this."
"Thank you. You have told Katharine?"
"No, I'm leaving to-morrow. I'm going to tell Katharine to-morrow night. I waited for her to speak first to me; I hoped she would to the last. All might have been different if she only had."
"Perhaps Katharine is generous enough to forgive you unheard?" ventured Devant.
"No woman has a right to forgive a man in such a case, if she suspects what Katharine did!" The keen eyes drew together darkly.
"How do you know what Katharine thought, Dick?" The older man was growing anxious.
"A woman thinks only one thing, when she strikes that kind of a blow, Mr. Devant. The effect of the blow upon the object was proof enough of its character. I happened to be in at the death, you know."