“Drusilla, if you wish to save Alick from guilt and remorse, and yourself and your child from wrong and shame, you must place your destiny in my hands to-night, and do as I direct you.”
The helpless young wife looked up in the lady’s face, and murmured mournfully:
“It is a great trust you seek, Miss Lyon.”
“It is, Drusilla, a very great trust; yet I seek it. It is also for you a very great trial, yet I ask you to meet it.”
“I would meet anything for Alick’s sake, Miss Lyon, if I may save him, as you say. Please to explain yourself, Miss Lyon,” she said.
“Drusilla, you know that Alexander Lyon is waiting and expecting to marry me to-night,” said the bride elect.
“Yes,” moaned the wronged wife.
“And my grandfather and his household are equally waiting and expecting to witness a wedding.”
“Yes.”
“Well, they must not any of them be disappointed.”