"I will not deceive you, Reginald—if you be indeed determined," said his mistress.
"I am determined. We now understand each other: to me the poison—to you the wealth."
"Agreed," was the answer.
"The day after to-morrow you will return—provided with what I require?" said Reginald.
"You may rely upon me."
"Then farewell, Cecilia, for the present."
The rector offered the lady his hand: Cecilia pressed it with affected fervour, though in reality she almost recoiled from the touch.
Profligate as she was, she had no sincere sympathy for a murderer.
Nor was she sorry when she once more found herself beyond the terrible walls of Newgate.