This unexpected admission increased the perplexity all around, and
also added to Miss Warren's merriment.

"Where is the paper?" said Adah, quickly.

At this peculiar proof of his daughter's indifference Mr. Yocomb
fairly exploded with laughter. He seemingly shared his wife's
confidence in Miss Warren to that degree that the young lady's
knowledge of my business, combined with her manner, was a guarantee
against anything seriously wrong. Moreover, the young girl's laugh was
singularly contagious. Its spontaneity and heartiness were
irresistible, and I feared that her singing would not be half so
musical.

"Richard Morton," said Mrs. Yocomb, rising, "if thee wishes to free
thy mind, or conscience, or heart, I will now give thee an
opportunity."

"My fate is in your hands. If you send me back to my old life and work
I will go at once."

"Ah!" exclaimed Miss Warren, in mock gravity, "now there is a touch of
tragedy in your words. Must we all hold our breaths till you return,
absolved or condemned?"

"And were I condemned would you breathe freely?"

"Yes, indeed I would, if Mrs. Yocomb condemned you. But after my sense
of justice was satisfied I might be moved to pity."