"Come away, mother," interrupted Zara, dragging her towards the door. "Mr. Hench will not give you a single penny!"
"Ingrate!" shouted Madame, turning at the door, out of which she was going, held firmly by Zara and Bracken. "After all I have done. Ach! the wickedness of the evil one. I gave him thousands, and he--he, the beast--the-----" Here she was dragged into the hall by her scandalized daughter, and those in the drawing-room heard her voice loudly lamenting all the way down the avenue. In this manner was the Hungarian lady rewarded for her scheming. She did not benefit in the least.
"I'm glad she's gone," said Gwen, drawing a deep breath. "I don't like her."
"Nor do I," said Owain, pulling the girl down beside him. "She nearly got me into the dock. But I am bound to say that she ran an equal risk from poor Spruce."
"Poor Spruce, indeed!" cried Vane, turning from the window where he was watching the protesting Madame Alpenny being dragged down the avenue. "Why say good of a man who did nothing but evil?"
"Don't be hard on him, Jim. After all, he has paid the penalty of his crime by suffering a terrible death."
"You're a good chap, Owain, so I won't say another word. But never mention his name to me again if you I can help."
"We'll never mention anything about the past if we can help," said Gwen, as Owain slipped his arm round her. "Now all these people have gone let us try and forget them."
"Oh, you'll forget right enough," said Vane, smiling. "When you marry Owain you will think of nothing but him."
"He saved my life!" cried the future Mrs. Evans defiantly.