"Shall I tell him?" she asked.
He bowed his head in acquiescence, and she replied:
"He is my daughter's husband."
"Irene's husband!" exclaimed the dying man, feebly, and Clarence Stuart echoed the startled cry, "Irene's husband!"
"Yes, she is my wife, but she believed me dead when she promised to marry you," replied Guy Kenmore, looking at the dying man.
"My God," exclaimed Julius Revington, and for a few moments he lay silent contemplating this strange piece of news, then he looked curiously at the handsome, noble-looking man.
"You did not claim her when you came," he said.
"It was her secret. I was waiting until she gave me leave to divulge it," was the quiet reply.
Elaine had been listening with startled eyes. She sprang up and caught Mr. Kenmore's arm.
"I—do not—understand you," she panted. "You speak as if—as if my child were yet alive!"