“Never mind,” he said. “The gods have been a little too much for us, but things might have been worse.”
Tearfully she agreed.
“The other day when I talked with that excellent fellow, your brother-in-law, it didn’t occur to me who this girl really was. I don’t think I was ever told that she had been adopted by your family.”
“No,” said Harriet, very simply.
“Do your friends know the truth of the matter?”
“I don’t think they have a suspicion—not of the real truth,” she said slowly.
“Has anyone?”
“Not a soul that I know of.”
“The girl herself, is she also in ignorance?”
“She knows, I believe, that she is only the adopted child of my sister and her husband, but I don’t think she has gone at all deeply into the matter.”