in those terms he paused, and looked at her as if he was waiting to hear more.
I have said all I wish to say,” she added quietly—” I have said more than enough to justify you in withdrawing from your engagement.”
“You have said more than enough,” he answered, “to make it the dearest object of my life to KEEP the engagement.” With those words he rose from his chair, and advanced a few steps towards the place where she was sitting.
She started violently, and a faint cry of surprise escaped her.
doubled and trebled intensity. The shriek at the name, the reiterated look of hatred and fear that instantly followed, told all. Not even a last doubt now remained. Her mother was guiltless of imprisoning her in the Asylum. A man had shut her up—and that man was Sir Percival Glyde.
The scream had