had a daughter; I did not know he lived here. My life has been so
quiet, so secluded these many years. Leave me to think. I will give
you my answer in a few days; I will write you after I reflect and
pray."

The Baroness passed out, and Joy, hastening into the room, found her
mother in a wild paroxysm of tears. Late that night Mrs Irving
called for writing materials; and for many hours she sat propped up
in bed writing rapidly.

When she had completed her task she called Joy to her side.

"Darling," she said, placing a sealed manuscript in her hands, "I
want you to keep this seal unbroken so long as you are happy. I know
in spite of your deep sorrow at my death, which must come ere long,
you will find much happiness in life. You came smiling into
existence, and no common sorrow can deprive you of the joy which is
your birthright. But there are numerous people in the world who may
strive to wound you after I am gone. If slanderous tales or cruel
reports reach your ears, and render you unhappy, break this seal, and
read the story I have written here. There are some things which will
deeply pain you, I know. Do not force yourself to read them until a
necessity arises. I leave you this manuscript as I might leave you a
weapon for self-defence. Use it only when you are in need of that
defence."

The next morning Mrs Irving was weakened by another and most serious
haemorrhage of the lungs. Her physician was grave, and urged the
daughter to be prepared for the worst.