"Undoubtedly."
"And—and—— Oh, it makes me sick to think of it! It isn't the same. I may have been a silly little fool, but—oh, Bobs! Can't you understand?"
"Who was the man, Bambina?"
At the old term of affection her face softened. "Can't you guess, Bobs, dear?" she whispered.
A blinding, burning illumination lighted up his memory of a hundred small, vitally significant facts, against which the sudden certainty stood forth, black and stark.
"Cary Scott, by God!"
Pat's face was set. Her eyes, sombre but fearless, answered him.
"The damned scoundrel!"
"He isn't."
"Isn't? A man of his age to come into a house as a friend and seduce an innocent child!"