Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. But as she got out of the train at Morningside Park Station she had a shock. What the devil is her name, now we know she isn’t you?’ ‘Yolande,’ supplied Melusine. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. I do not desire to extenuate my guilt—far less to defend it; but I would show you, and such as you —who, happily, are exempted from trials like mine—how much misery has to do with crime. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms.