"Still in London. Uncle died this morning, leaving me his heir. As preliminaries take some time to arrange, am returning to you to-morrow.
"Jack."
"There!" she said, showing it to her antagonist. "I suppose it's wicked to rejoice in any one's death; but it's a great relief, for it gives me back my husband—and he shall defend me from you!"
"I don't think your husband will be down on me."
"He'll proclaim the truth about our marriage. It should never have been concealed, least of all by dishonourable means."
"You forget yourself, Lady Isabelle."
"I remember what is due my position, and so will Mr. Lambert, when he hears how grossly you've deceived him."
"You mustn't tell him."
"It will not be necessary. I've only to ask him to look at the marriage register. That will bear witness to the truth, I know; for I signed in the proper place for the bride."
Miss Fitzgerald drew a quick, sharp breath. She had trusted to be spared this last confession.