"You plotted to become John Arthur's wife?" pursues Madeline, relentlessly.
"Yes."
"And—his widow?"
No reply.
"You planned to keep him a prisoner?"
"Yes."
"And Lucian Davlin, your pretended brother, was your accomplice?"
"Yes."
Madeline turns swiftly toward her step-father, as she does so moving nearer toward Edward Percy.
"John Arthur, are you satisfied?" she asks, sternly. "Shall the knowledge of your disgrace go beyond this room? Do you choose to remain here and be pointed at by every boor in Oakley, as the man who married an adventuress, a gambler's accomplice? or will you accept my terms?"