"Oh, no," the other eagerly broke in; "people visit there just the same. Only they say she never likes to hear anything about her peculiarity. She wishes it accepted without words."

It was now Edgar's turn to ask a question.

"You say she lives there alone? You mean with servants, doubtless?"

"Oh, yes, she has a servant. But I did not say she lived there alone; I said she and her sister."

Edgar was silent.

"Her sister does not go out, either, they say."

"No? What does it all mean?"

"That is what I want to know."

"Not go out? Emma!"

"Do you remember Emma?"

"Yes, she is younger than Hermione."

"And what kind of a girl is she?"

"Don't ask me, Frank. I have no talent for describing beautiful women."

[60] "She is beautiful, then?"

[60]

"If her sister is, yes."

"You mean she has no scar." It was softly said, almost reverently.

"No, she has no scar."

Frank shook his head.

"The scar appeals to me, Edgar."

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