" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. There was more shouting. Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. Do not mistake me. " "And Thames Darrell would do anything for you, Jack," replied a blithe voice. ‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun, moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it.