vital flaw—in my title to all I possess. Mr. Smailey, I haven't a shilling in the world.
Mr. S. A shilling! My very dear lady, you haven't a penny.
Mrs. V. B. What! Do you know this?
Mr. S. Mrs. Van Brugh, I will be candid with you. The Smaileys are a very, very old and very famous family. No suspicion of a bar sinister has ever shadowed their escutcheon. My son is betrothed to your daughter, and I have reason to believe that you are not entitled to the name you bear. Therefore, in his interests, and in those of his slumbering ancestors, I have taken steps to ascertain the truth.
Mrs. V. B. (much agitated). What do you hope to prove?
Mr. S. That when you went through the form of marriage with the late Captain Van Brugh you knew that his first wife was still alive.
Mrs. V. B. (wildly). No, no, no! Mr. Smailey, it is bad enough, but not so bad as that. Oh, Mr. Smailey, dismiss that fearful thought from your mind, and I will tell you the truth I came here to tell. It's a bitter, bitter truth, but not so bad as you would make it out to be.
Mr. S. What is the truth? (Sternly.)
Mrs. V. B. I—I—when I met Captain Van Brugh—I was very young, and my mother was dead—and—
