“I shall do more than that. Until with his own lips he acknowledges such a thing to me, I will believe him innocent—I will trust him as I have always done, as the best and truest man on earth. And yet it cuts home to even have such suspicions aroused—oh, if Marian were only here!”
“Yes, the sister I love so dearly, and who would be such a comfort to me. She always believed in Joe. It would be a great shock to her.”
Eric was struck by a sudden thought.
They always came with a rush, and at times might fall under the name of an inspiration.
“Have you your sister’s photograph handy, Mrs. Leslie? Your husband spoke of her so much and said I must meet her some day. I am quite interested, and would like to see her picture.”
“That is it on the mantel.”
She did not evidently suspect the awful thought that came into his brain.
He walked over and looked at the photograph. It attracted him very much.
The face was very like Lillian’s, only the hair and eyes were dark.