Then he turned to Elaine.
"You have indeed been wronged bitterly," he said. "The fault is not yours, save through your disobedience to your parents."
"Yes, I was willful and thoughtless, and I have been most terribly punished for my fault," she replied, sorrowfully.
"Is there no possibility that you have been deceived by your husband's father? Such things have been," said Mr. Kenmore, thoughtfully.
"There was no deception. He was armed with every proof, even the newspaper, with the marriage of his son to the wealthy heiress whom his family had chosen for him," answered Elaine, blushing crimson for her unmerited shame and disgrace.
"Then your lover was a villain unworthy the name of man. He deserved death," exclaimed Guy Kenmore.
Elaine's angelic face grew pale as death. She sighed heavily, but made no answer.
Suddenly Irene sprang to her feet, with blazing eyes.
"His name!" she cried, wildly, "his name!"