Chapter 43

“Oh, quite a pretty ending,” said Mr. Newbold innocently. “It seems the young woman picked up a follower, a beau of her own race, a superior sort of young workman. He married her and came to live in the house with her and the baby. Nobody knew of course where or how they had met.” “If unhappy innocence could always find a champion!” murmured Mr. Mappin. “Yes, yes,” said Mr. Newbold. “Do you remember this man’s name?” asked Mr. Mappin. “Petrovich or Petrovsky or some such name,” said Mr. Newbold. “A Slav name that s…