As to Luke Hatton, he seems to have no fear of it." "He has no reason to be afraid," replied Sarah, significantly.

"This is no fever, my lady." "How!" cried Lady Lake.

"Would you set up your ignorance against the skill and science of Luke Hatton?
Or do you mean to insinuate--" "I insinuate nothing, my lady," interrupted Sarah; "but I beseech you to bear with fortitude the disclosure I am about to make to you.

In a word, my lady, I am as certain as I am of standing here, that poison has been administered both to you and to my Lady Roos." At this terrible communication, a mortal sickness came over Lady Lake.
Thick damps gathered upon her brow, and she fixed her haggard eyes upon Sarah.
"Poisoned!" she muttered; "poisoned! If so, there is but one person who can have done it--but one--except yourself, Sarah!" "If I had committed the crime, should I have come hither to warn you, my lady ?" rejoined Sarah.
"Then it must be Luke Hatton." "Ay," replied Sarah, looking round anxiously.

"It is he.