The appointment was made, and Mr.Morton left his house at 9 a.m.
on March 17th with the L10,000 in his pocket.
"The public and the magistrate had hung breathless upon her words.

There was nothing but sympathy felt for this handsome woman, who throughout had been more sinned against than sinning, and whose gravest fault seems to have been a total lack of intelligence in dealing with her own life.
But I can assure you of one thing, that in no case within my recollection was there ever such a sensation in a court as when the magistrate, after a few minutes' silence, said gently to Mrs.Morton: "'And now, Mrs.Morton, will you kindly look at the prisoner, and tell me if in him you recognize your former husband ?' "And she, without even turning to look at the accused, said quietly: "'Oh no! your Honour! of course that man is _not_ the Comte de la Tremouille.'".