"Answer me one question first?" he said; "I half suspect you're Jack Sheppard. ‘But can you? You don’t know Melusine for Mary Remenham’s daughter, any more than I do. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. As the lapse of time and change of circumstances have wrought a remarkable alteration in the appearance of the poor widow, it may not be improper to notice it here.