For the second time, Iris had saved Lord Harry at a crisis in his life.
"Let me go!" she pleaded faintly, trembling with superstitious fear for the first time in her experience of herself.
He held her to him as if he would never let her go again.

"Oh, my Sweet, give me a last chance.

Help me to be a better man! You have only to will it, Iris, and to make me worthy of you." His arms suddenly trembled round her, and dropped.

The silence was broken by a distant sound, like the report of a shot.

He looked towards the farther end of the wood.