"Did you see him post his letter?" inquired Mrs. Farnum, quietly, but in a tone that keenly stung the sensitive girl before her.
"No," she replied, a hot flush mounting to her brow; "but I know he did. He is too honorable to dissemble."
"Did you ever see any reply to his communication in which his friends recognized the fact of your marriage?"
"No. I—I never questioned him," Virgie answered, with white lips. "My father was very ill, dying, at that time, and I scarcely thought of anything else."
"But of course you have your marriage certificate. That would prove everything," observed Mrs. Farnum, insinuatingly, although she well knew that she had not.
"My husband has it."
"Ah!" and a pitiful smile wreathed the woman's lips as she uttered this interpection with significant emphasis.
"Madam, can you not see that you are driving me mad?" cried Virgie, in an agonized voice. "You have heard something; you are concealing something from me. For mercy's sake, make an end of this suspense!"
"Answer me one question more. Were there witnesses at your marriage?"
"Yes, four."