“It is.”
“What is the first letter of her name? Is it one of the first three letters of the alphabet?”
“Yes.”
“B?”
“Yes.”
“Beauly?”
“Beauly.”
He threw his hands up above his head, and burst into a frantic fit of laughter.
“I have lived long enough!” he broke out, wildly. “At last I have discovered one other person in the world who sees it as plainly as I do. Cruel Mrs. Valeria! why did you torture me? Why didn’t you own it before?”
“What!” I exclaimed, catching the infection of his excitement. “Are your ideas my ideas? Is it possible that you suspect Mrs. Beauly too?”