"Oh, Prince Gerald," was her cry, as she wept on his breast, "how I have longed to see you."
"And I also have wished to hold you thus," he replied, kissing her, "but we were kept apart by wicked men, dearest. Now we are together, please God, we shall never part again."
"Amen to that," murmured Arnold, who had sat down.
"Schaibar has told me everything," said Mavis, still crying. "Oh, what a wicked world it is outside the Pixy's House, Gerald."
"There can be no wickedness where you are, darling. You will not find me like Major Rebb."
"Oh, but, Gerald, surely my guardian is kind?"
"Has he proved himself kind, to accuse you of murdering Bellaria?"
Mavis drew back, with a pale face and startled eyes. "There--must--be--some--mistake," she faltered. "Why should I kill Bellaria?"
"Oh, Rebb knows quite well that you did not: but to suit his own ends he is willing that you should suffer."
"Is it for that horrid money Schaibar told me about?" she asked tearfully.