The morning papers contained an account of John Hartley's arrest, and the crime with which he was charged.
Harriet Vernon read it at the breakfast-table with an interest which may be imagined.
"I don't like to rejoice in any man's misfortune," she said to herself, "but now I can have a few years of peace. My precious brother-in-law will doubtless pass the next few years in enforced seclusion, and I can have a settled home."
Directly after breakfast, she set out for the humble home of her niece. She found all at home, for Dan was not to go back to business till Monday.
"Well, my good friend," she said, "I have news for you."
"Good news, I hope," said Dan.
"Yes, good news. Henceforth I can have Althea with me. The obstacle that separated us is removed."
Mrs. Mordaunt's countenance fell, and Dan looked sober. It was plain that Althea was to be taken from them, and they had learned to love her.
"I am very glad," faltered Mrs. Mordaunt.
"You don't look glad," returned Mrs. Vernon.