She smiled a little.
“Proud? I? The daughter of Khristof of Karstein, and the divorced wife of Adrian Vanderlin?”
“Curse them both!” said her cousin under his breath.
“You have been in London?” he said aloud.
“A week, yes: my father’s affairs, as usual.”
“You never see him?”
“Never. See the man who ruined my life!”
“But you have no proof of that?”
She smiled again very sadly.
“A crime which can be proved is half undone. He was too wary to be traced in all these schemes of infamy.”