"You lived in England; you were brought up there?" she said, still in

the same impassive voice.

"Yes," said Derrick. "I lived in London, with my guardian--with the

people who took care of me--until they died. Then I went to a place in

the country, a quiet place where I could study with less interruption

than one gets in London."

"You were all alone--I mean, you had no relatives?" asked Donna Elvira.

"No," said Derrick, gravely; and, after a pause, he added: "You will

think this strange, too, señora--I know nothing, literally nothing, of

my family. It is just possible that I have no relations. There are such

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cases. Anyway, though of course I asked the usual questions of my

guardians, they could, or would, tell me nothing. Perhaps they didn't

know. All I could learn was that they had known my mother quite

slightly--and that they had been much surprised when I was brought to

them with the request that they would adopt me."

"Do you desire to tell me, señor, why you left England?" asked Donna

Elvira.

"Yes; I want to," said Derrick, after a moment or two's silence. "I feel

as if I wanted to confide in someone. Perhaps it's because you've been

so kind to me, have--well, taken me on trust. But I'm afraid I can't

tell you, señora. You see, other persons are mixed up with the affair.

Let it go at this--I beg your pardon, I mean I hope you will be

satisfied if I confine myself to saying that I got into trouble over

there in England."

"Trouble?" She knitted her brows. "You mean--what do you mean?"

"There you are!" said Derrick, with a shrug of despair. "I was accused

of--well, something that I didn't do, but to which I couldn't plead

innocence."

Donna Elvira regarded him closely.

"You shall tell me no more," she said, "but this: You have no other name

than the one you have given me?"

Derrick's thoughts had wandered to the little room at Brown's Buildings,

and he answered, absently:-"No; just Derrick Dene."

The stately figure leant forward swiftly, almost as if it had been

pulled towards him by an unseen hand. Then Donna Elvira rose, and, in

rising, her hand struck and overturned the light table; the lamp fell,

the room was plunged in darkness. She uttered a cry; Derrick sprang

towards her and caught her in his arms, for he feared that the falling

lamp might have set fire to the dress of lace and muslin. He swung the

slight figure away from the point of danger, and she seemed to collapse

in his arms and cling to him.




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