"What did you see?"
"I saw—him—damn him—leap back over the wall—Dalroyd!"
"Dalroyd!" she gasped, "Dalroyd—are you sure?"
"I had him in my grip! I looked into his evil face——"
"Dalroyd!" she whispered, and with the word her proud head drooped and he saw her hands were shaking.
"Betty," said he hoarsely, "O Betty, 'tis not that my dream of possessing you is done, but—dear heaven—that it should be—such a man! For if I do guess aright he is one so vile, so——"
"John!" she cried, "O think you 'twas to meet—him, I was there?"
"Aye, I saw him—fresh from your embraces—the damnable rogue boasted of it and I was minded to strangle him—but—for your sake——"
"My sake?"
My lady rose and stood very pale and still, looking down at the Major's agony.