“The fact is—but you’ll be secret?”
“Coorse.”
“It isn’t a thing I’d tell everybody—”
“What?”
“You see, if her husband has treated her like a brute, she’s his wife, after all.”
Davy drew up on the path. “What is it?” he said.
“I’m to meet her to-night, alone,” said Lovibond.
“No!”
“Yes; in the grounds of Castle Mona, by the waterfall, after dark—at eight o’clock, in fact.
“Castle Mona—by the waterfall—eight o’clock—that’s a—now, that must be a—”