"She has paid dearly for it," muttered Blueskin.
"She has," rejoined Sheppard. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and became—what I am."
"On that night, you first met me, love," said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew.
"And me," added Mrs. Maggot tenderly.
"Would I had never seen either of you!" cried Jack, rising and pacing the apartment with a hurried step.
"Well, I'm sure Winifred could never have loved you as well as I do," said Mrs. Maggot.
"You!" cried Jack, scornfully. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me."
"Except me, dear," insinuated Edgeworth Bess. "I've been always true to you."
"Peace!" retorted Jack, with increased bitterness. "I'm your dupe no longer."
"What the devil's in the wind now, Captain?" cried Blueskin, in astonishment.