Slowly she turned her face toward him, saying, simply: "Yes."
They were nearing the entrance, and he half stopped to ask his next question. "Will you tell me what were your thoughts, Madeline?"
Slowly she ascended the steps, and at the door turned and faced him: "I will tell you to-night."
And with a ripple of laughter on her lips, she entered the hall of Oakley.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
THE SWORD OF FATE.
Evening at Oakley.
At last the long day was done: the day that to Madeline Payne had seemed almost endless. At last, too, the early evening hours had dragged themselves away, and the time of her triumph was at hand.