"
Mona sank weakly back.
She saw that it would be worse than useless to deny what he had asserted;
she had indeed betrayed and acknowledged too much for that.
"Very well. I will listen to what you wish to say, but be kind enough to
be brief, for I have no desire to prolong this interview beyond what is
absolutely necessary for your purpose," she said, with freezing dignity.
"Well, then," Louis Hamblin began, "I have known who you were ever since
you came into Aunt Margie's house as a seamstress."
Then he went on to explain how he learned it, and Mona, remembering the
incident but too well, saw that it would be best to quietly accept the
fact of his knowledge.
"Does Mrs. Montague also know?" she asked, with breathless eagerness.
"She suspected you at first," he evasively answered, "but you so
diplomatically replied to her questions--you were so self-possessed under
all circumstances, and especially so when one day you found a picture of
your mother, that she was forced to believe your strange resemblance to
Mona Forester only a coincidence."
CHAPTER XI.
MONA IN A TRYING POSITION.
Mona breathed more freely, for she believed from his evasive reply that
Mrs. Montague did not now believe her to be Mona Forester's child.
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