But again woman-like, not without a last word of reproach, to make more esteemed her concession, she says:—
“’Tis cruel thus to have tried me. Charles! Charles! why have you done it?”
As she utters the interrogatory a cloud comes over her countenance, quicker than ever shadow over sun. Its cause—the countenance of him standing vis-à-vis. A change in their relative positions has brought his face full under the moonlight. He is not the man she intended meeting!
Who he really is can be gathered from his rejoinder:—
“You are mistaken, Miss Armstrong. My name is not Charles, but Richard. I am Richard Darke.”
Chapter Twelve.
The wrong man.
Richard Darke instead of Charles Clancy!