Wogan had a picture before his eyes of the dagger she had held.

It was plain that she would stop at nothing to hinder this marriage, to prevent the success of his design; and somehow the contrast between her appearance and her actions had something uncanny about it.

Wogan was inclined to shiver as he sat chatting with the Countess.

He was not reassured when Lady Featherstone boldly entered the room; she meant to face him out.

He remarked, however, with a trifle of satisfaction that for the first time she wore rouge upon her cheeks..