“I gave no heed to it.”
“It is fulfilled. The purposes of heaven fulfil themselves in a wonderful and unexpected way when we are least awaiting it. He is dead.”
“Who is dead?”
“Lord Lamerton.”
“Lord Lamerton!” Marianne Saltren started.
“How is it that? Where, Stephen, and when?”
“He is lying dead beneath the cliff.”
“Good heavens! How came that about?”
“He was cast down by the hand of an avenging justice. You have been avenged.”
“I—I have nothing to complain of—to have avenged on Lord Lamerton.”