"To accomplish just what you have done."
"And that is—"
"That, believing me dead you might marry, for I knew your beauty would turn the head of some old millionaire fool as it has done."
"And this was your plot?"
"Certainly," and he took a seat near her.
"What is your purpose?" she asked in a voice scarcely audible.
"Not to claim my wife, I assure you."
"I would die before I would again live with you; but it breaks my heart to feel that I have committed this crime against the noble man that made me, as he supposed, his wife, for we both felt that you were dead."
"And wished me so?" he said with a sneer.
"Indeed I did, though Heaven forgive me for telling the truth."