"Put me to the proof. Come tomorrow evening and you shall see for yourself."
"You are the enemy of the man I love."
"I am the bitter enemy of the man who pretends to love you, because I believe he killed his brother."
"Mr. Denham, I could tell--but no, no! I must be silent."
"What do you mean?" I asked eagerly, thinking she was about to reveal her suspicions.
Olivia thought for a few moments, then put her hand suddenly into mine.
"I will be with you at a quarter to eight to-morrow, and if it is true what you say--oh, if it is true----"
"Here is my card," said I, forcing it into her hand. "Wear a veil and come to my rooms in Duke Street. I will wait you at the door, and we will go to the chambers of this villain."
"He is no villain."
"I say he is, Miss Bellin, and I'll prove him to be so to-morrow."