"And you were guilty then," answered Edward.
"I cannot hold myself answerable for the actions of others. Mary
Marchmont left this time, as she left before, of her own free will."
"Driven away by your cruel words."
"She must have been very weak," answered Olivia, with a sneer, "if a few harsh words were enough to drive her away from her own house."
"You deny, then, that you were guilty of causing this poor deluded child's flight from this house?"
Olivia Marchmont sat for some moments in moody silence; then suddenly raising her head, she looked her cousin full in the face.
"I do," she exclaimed; "if any one except herself is guilty of an act which was her own, I am not that person."
"I understand," said Edward Arundel; "it was Paul Marchmont's hand that drove her out upon the dreary world. It was Paul Marchmont's brain that plotted against her. You were only a minor instrument; a willing tool, in the hands of a subtle villain. But he shall answer; he shall answer!"
The soldier spoke the last words between his clenched teeth. Then with his chin upon his breast, he sat thinking over what he had just heard.
"How was it?" he muttered; "how was it? He is too consummate a villain to use violence. His manner the other morning told me that the law was on his side. He had done nothing to put himself into my power, and he defied me. How was it, then? By what means did he drive my darling to her despairing flight?"