His face grew dark in its fury as he replied:
"That you—love him!"
"I do!" she cried, with sudden passion, "my whole heart loves him, my whole soul calls him conqueror!"
He raised his hands menacingly, his fury knew no bounds.
"You would strike me!" she said, sneeringly. "If you killed me, I should say the same over and over again; I love him and I hate you. What else have you discovered?"
"That you intend to marry him on the tenth. That is the extent of my knowledge; I know no more. But whether you are going to run away with him, or whether Lord Linleigh intends to countenance a ceremony that will be a lie, I cannot tell. Running away is more in your line, certainly."
"Would you mind telling me," she asked, "how you know this?"
He laughed.
"I will tell you, with pleasure," he replied; "the more so as I think it reflects great credit on my powers of penetration. I was in London the day before yesterday, in New Bond Street, and, while walking leisurely along, I met your poet and gentleman, Earle Moray."
"I wish that I could strike you dead for using his name," she said.