"Are you not any relation at all?" pursued Mr. Findlay.
"I believe not."
"Then, Miss Byrne, I hope you will not think it an impertinent question if I ask, who are you?"
"I don't know," acknowledged poor Juliet. "I was hoping you would tell me that. I thought, I imagined, that that was why you sent for me."
"You astonish me," said Mr. Findlay. "Do you mean to say that your family has never made any attempt to communicate with you?"
"No, never."
"And that Sir Arthur Byrne has never told you anything as to your birth?
Surely you must have questioned him about it?"
"He has told me all he knows," said Juliet, "but that amounts to nothing."
"Indeed; that is very strange. He must have had dealings with the people you were with before he adopted you. He must at least know their name?"
"I don't know," said Juliet. "He doesn't know either, I am sure. It wasn't Sir Arthur who adopted me. It was the lady he married. A Mrs. Meredith. She is dead."