"It is false," cried Maltravers.
"What proofs have you of this allegation?" inquired the minister.
"The lady herself."
The next moment Harvey, with a lady leaning on his arm, made his appearance.
The lady was Adéle Bellefontaine.
"Here is your wife, my lord," exclaimed Jack.
Adéle no sooner saw Maltravers than, clouded though her intellect was, she recognized him.
Rushing forward she fell on her knees and grasped his unwilling hand.
"Oh! do not spurn me from you," she cried. "I am your wife in the sight of God and man and Heaven knows I have always loved you dearly."
"You are an impostor," replied Maltravers.