makes a grab at him and says, 'Spile his game if you can,' and ses he, 'What's yer name?' and she says"
"What?" asked Madge, breathlessly.
"'Rosanna Moore!'"
There was a sharp exclamation as Sal said the name, and turning round quickly Madge found Brian standing beside her, pale as death, with his eyes fixed on the woman, who had risen to her feet.
"Go on!" he said sharply.
"That's all I know," she replied in a sullen tone.
Brian gave a sigh of relief.
"You can go," he said slowly; "I wish to speak with Miss Frettlby alone."
Sal looked at him for a moment, and then glanced at her mistress, who nodded to her as a sign that she might withdraw. She picked up her book, and with another sharp, inquiring look at Brian, turned and walked slowly into the house.
CHAPTER XXII.
A DAUGHTER OF EVE.
After Sal had vanished into the house, Brian sank into a chair beside Madge, with a weary sigh, He was in riding dress, which became his stalwart figure well, and looked remarkably handsome—but ill and worried.
"What on earth were you asking that girl about?" he said abruptly, taking his hat off, and tossing it and his gloves on the floor.
Madge flushed crimson for a moment, and then taking Brian's two strong hands in her own, looked steadily into his frowning face.
"Why don't you trust me?" she asked, in a quiet tone.
"But it is not necessary that I should," he answered, moodily. "The secret that Rosanna Moore told me on her death-bed is nothing that would benefit you to know."
"Is it about me?" she persisted.
"It is, and it is not," he answered, epigrammatically.
"I suppose that means that it is about a third person and concerns me," she said, calmly, releasing his hands.
"Well, yes," impatiently striking his boot with his riding whip. "But it is nothing that can harm you as long
