"Good heavens! So that's what became of you!" cried Teddy Darrell. He seized her little white hands and pressed them rapturously. "Welcome back to life, my dear girl!" he laughed, happily, and she exclaimed:
"You know me—you believe me?"
"Of course I do," he replied, joyously. "But how came you to be here in this cab, alone and unconscious?"
"I do not know," she answered, in a puzzled voice. "I went home, and mamma told me my father was dead, and that he had disinherited me in his will. Then she denied my identity, and the last thing I remember I fell fainting on the carpet. Oh, Mr. Darrell! will you do me one favor? Take me to my dear friend, Helen Fox."
"Helen Fox is in Europe," he replied, reluctantly.
"In Europe? Oh, good heavens! what am I to do, then? Helen is the only friend I have to turn to in my distress!" exclaimed the young girl, clasping her beautiful hands in the keenest despair.
Teddy Darrell looked at her reproachfully.
"You seem to forget me, Miss Carew. But I would lay down my life to serve you!" he exclaimed, impetuously.
She glanced up and met his eyes. They wore the most killing expression of devotion—and Teddy's dark eyes could be very expressive when he chose.
Kathleen blushed vividly, and answered: