"Shall I tell her—" began Madeline.
"Tell her nothing until you have brought me back the picture."
She pushed her toward the door.
Madeline walked down-stairs, sorely puzzled, but thinking fast. "She fights these facts bravely," she muttered. "Does she doubt, I wonder?"
Olive was sitting before the window, watching the movements of John, the gardener, when Madeline entered the parlor. Going straight to her, she placed the picture in her hand, and said:
"Do you know that face?"
Olive Girard gave a startled cry.
"Madeline, how did you come by this?"
"No matter," calmly; "do you know the picture?"
"Yes."