"Ma mere, was Leslie Dane's resurrection a great surprise to you?" she inquired, with a covert sneer.
"A great surprise, and a terrible shock to me, too," the lady answered. "Of course, after believing him dead so long, it is very inconvenient to have him come to life again—as inconvenient for Colonel Carlyle and his wife as for us."
And again Felise laughed mockingly, as if she found only the sweetest pleasure in her mother's words.
"Felise, I cannot understand you," exclaimed Mrs. Arnold, anxiously. "Surely you forget the peril we are in from this man's resurrection from the grave where we thought him lying. I thought you would be as much surprised and frightened at this dreadful contretemps as I am."
"I have known that Leslie Dane was living all these three years," answered Miss Herbert, as coolly as before.
"Then the paper you showed to me and to Bonnibel must have been a forgery!'
"It was. I had the notice of Leslie Dane's death inserted myself."
The carriage paused at their hotel, and they were handed out.
Mrs. Arnold followed her daughter to her own apartments.
"Send your maid away, Felise. I must talk to you a little," she said.