whispered Helen , eagerly , holding up the glove with a gesture of triumph . `` Who ? '' asked Amy , blinded by her tears . `` The baron . '' `` Where ? -- when ? '' cried the girl , amazed . `` Here , and now . '' `` Do n't take my breath away ; tell me quick , or I shall get hysterical . '' `` Casimer is Sigismund Palsdorf , and no more a Pole than I am , '' was Helen 's answer . Amy dropped in a heap on the floor , not fainting , but so amazed she had neither strength nor breath left . Sitting by her , Helen rapidly went on , -- `` I had a feeling as if something was wrong , and began to watch . The feeling grew , but I discovered nothing till to-day . It will make you laugh , it was so unromantic . As I looked over uncle 's things when the laundress brought them this afternoon , I found a collar that was not his . It was marked 'S . P. , ' and I at once felt a great desire to know who owned it . The woman was waiting for her money , and I asked her . ` Monsieur Pologne , ' she said , for his name is too much for her . She took it into his room , and that was the end of it . ''
`` But it may be another name ; the initials only a coincidence , '' faltered XXXXX , looking frightened .
Amy Casimer Helen Palsdorf Pole Pologne girl laundress left money