I answer beforehand for the consequences.

Be happy, my Lady Harry--as happy as I am--and look for my return on an earlier day than you may anticipate.

Yours till death, and after.
"HARRY." Like the Irish lord, Miss Henley was "in two minds," while she rose, and dressed herself.

There were parts of the letter for which she loved the writer, and parts of it for which she hated him.
What a prospect was before that reckless man--what misery, what horror, might not be lying in wait in the dreadful future! If he failed in the act of vengeance, that violent death of which he had written so heedlessly might overtake him from another hand.

If he succeeded, the law might discover his crime, and the infamy of expiation on the scaffold might be his dreadful end.