"You must believe her, daddy," Alice insisted, ready to burst into tears; "she has tried so many times to tell you."
"I do believe you, Eleanor," Gorham replied. "And what is more, I know that you speak the truth."
"The public may not be so generous," suggested Covington.
"You forget that I have great faith in that same public," Gorham answered, strangely calm in the face of such great provocation.
"You know it, Robert?" Eleanor asked, scarcely believing what she heard. "How can you know it? You mean that your faith in me is strong enough to make you believe it."
"You may tell them that story, Covington," Gorham said, rising; "but it will make it even more interesting if you add the finale which you are going to witness now."
Then he turned to his wife and took her hand in his.
"Would you know that prospector if you saw him again?" he asked.
"I am sure I should," she replied, wonderingly.
"Must he still wear his full beard and his old corduroy clothes, with a blue handkerchief knotted around his throat, to recall himself to you? Must I tell you that he called himself 'Roberts'?"