"Yes," said Eugene; "you are mortally wounded, I can see that. Heaven forgive you for the sins you have committed!"
Eugene carried Ida to her own room, thanking Heaven that he had met no one. No one would know of her presence in the grounds.
Then he quickly summoned the servants.
Royal Ainsley, lying there with his face upturned to the sunlight and his hand clutching the fatal dagger, told its own story.
As soon as Ida was able to see him Eugene sent for her to come to the library.
When she received the summons, the poor soul, white as death, fell upon her knees.
"He is going to denounce me for my sin, and for not telling him when I found it out," she said.
Could she face him, now that he knew all?
As she knelt there she caught a glimpse of herself in the great mirror opposite.
Again the girl knocked at the door.