little doubt that he would leave all he possesses to you, if you went to
him at once."

"I do not care very much about money for my own sake," she answered with
rather a mournful smile; "but we are not rich, and I should be glad of
anything that would improve my husband's position. I should like to see
my grandfather: I stand so much alone in the world that it would be very
sweet to me to find a near relation."

"Your husband must surely have seen Mr. Nowell's advertisement," Gilbert
said after a pause. "It was odd that he did not tell you about it--that
he did not wish you to reply to it."

"The advertisement may have escaped him, or he may have looked upon it as
a trap to discover our retreat," Marian answered frankly.

"I cannot understand the motive for such secrecy."

"There is no occasion that you should understand it. Every life has its
own mystery--its peculiar perplexities. When I married my husband, I was
prepared to share all his troubles. I have been obedient to him in
everything."

"And has your marriage brought you happiness, Marian?"

"I love my husband," she answered with a plaintive reproachful look, as
if there had been a kind of cruelty in his straight question. "I do not
suppose that there is such a thing as perfect happiness in the world."

The answer was enough for Gilbert Fenton. It told him that this girl's