"No, there is no name," answered her father.
"Does she know?" asked Jessie.
"Do you mean does the child know?" asked the vicar.
"Yes; who else should I mean?"
"I cannot tell," he answered; "I do not know myself."
"And the person who is with her?" asked Jessie.
"She knows everything; more than I do," answered her father. "She carried the child away, and I have not seen her since; only from time to time I have heard from her, and have had sums of money sent me to keep the house in order. It belongs to her. Now you must ask no more questions, and you must answer none. Can I trust you?"
"Of course you can," said Jessie, with a little touch of temper. "How beautiful this Agnes is!" she continued; "she is like two persons in one. She has the golden hair of the lady in the picture, and the laughing brown eyes of the man."
"You saw that?" asked her father.
"Of course I saw it; anyone would," she answered.