There was a moment's silence. It was as if an angel went by weeping.
"I know it," said Hugh, coldly. "She has taken the veil. I have since seen her."
Paul glanced up.
"She is in the Catholic Convent at Westminster," said Hugh.
Paul's face quivered.
"Miserable man! but for you, how happy she might have been!"
"You are wrong," said Hugh. "It came of her own misdeed—and yours."
Paul strode toward his brother with uplifted hand.
"Not another word of that," he said, and his voice was low and deep.
"How could she examine her conscience and be happy? She had put an impostor in the place of my father's heir," said Hugh.