ONE morning a lady drove up in a hansom cab to my office and sought an interview with me. As she stated that her business was urgent she was at once shown into my room. She wore a thick veil, and as she seated herself on the chair I placed for her she threw this veil up and revealed a sweet, pensive face, that was marked with care and anxiety, however, while her eyes were red with weeping. She was a young woman with a fine and intelligent cast of features that betokened good birth and good breeding.
“I have come to you, Mr. Donovan,” she began, “to enlist your services in a very painful case.”
“I need scarcely say, madam, that I shall be glad to serve you if it is in my power to do so,” I answered, feeling full of sympathy for her, even at that early stage of our acquaintance, for she ap
