"Yes." Donelle stood staring. She was not quite sure that she was awake, but—yes, there was Nick snoring on the window seat and the lovely river picture was on the easel. Besides, like a stab, the name she had just heard became vividly familiar, it belonged to the Walled House.
"Yes, I'm Donelle Morey," she managed to say faintly.
"I know all about you. Mrs. Lindsay was my friend. I thought Mr. Law was going to look after you. Has he been up here, Mr. Anderson Law?"
Katherine Norval was glancing about the room, her keen eyes taking in the pictures. How splendid they were!
"No, Mr. Law has never been here."
Donelle was groping, groping among other familiar names in this suddenly quickened moment.
"I suppose he sent Mr. Norval?"
A righteous anger seized upon Katherine Norval; she felt she understood. Anderson Law had urged her husband to act for him. Norval had come, disguised, and had taken his own method of solving matters. He was making "cause" for his divorce undoubtedly, while at the same time he was deluding an innocent and trusting girl.
A stern sense of duty arose in her. "I will save the girl as far as I can," she thought, "but what a dastardly thing!"
"My dear," she said, "I do wish you would sit down. You make me feel quite uncomfortable." Katherine meant to disregard, before Norval's victim, what she really believed.