Chapter 48

"It really explains nothing to me, Miss Auriol," I replied with a smile, being willing to relieve her embarrassment, by affecting ignorance of that which the whole mess knew--her ambiguous position; "for I am not aware that--that we ever met before." "But you have heard, perhaps--you know Mr. Berkeley?" "Of ours--yes; he was in Scotland with me a few weeks ago." "That I know too well for my own peace," said the girl, coughing spasmodically, and applying her handkerchief to her mouth. "He is frequently in this quart…