"How know you that, Felise?"
"I have a spy in the chateau, mother—nothing that transpires there remains long unknown to me," returned the daughter, calmly.
Again there was momentary silence and surprise. Mrs. Arnold's weaker nature was sometimes confounded by a new discovery of her daughter's powerful capabilities for evil.
"What must Bonnibel's feelings be under the circumstances?" she exclaimed at last.
"I cannot imagine," was the dry response.
"Will she confess the truth to him, do you think?"
"I cannot tell; I hope she will not," said Felise with strong emphasis.
"I thought you wished him to know the truth. Was not that a part of your cherished scheme of revenge?"
"Yes, it was, but 'there's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip,' you know. And now that he has prevented her escape with Leslie Dane, and caused the artist's arrest, the only chance of safety for you and me lies in his keeping her a close prisoner until the trial is over."
"What can that avail us, Felise?"