These words were enough; he had arrived at the certainty that she was penniless.
"Now let this scene have an end. It can do no good for us to meet again, or to dwell upon things that are unchangeable. You have sought this interview, and it is over. It must never be repeated."
She started up and gazed at him in wild surprise.
"You do not mean it," she faltered, making an effort to smile away her terror—"your looks but a moment since—your words. You have not so trifled with me, William!"
He was gone—she followed him to the door—her voice died away—she staggered back with a faint wail, and fell senseless across the bed.
CHAPTER V. MISTRESS AND SERVANT.
With hate in every burning thought,
There, shrouded in the midnight gloom,