The blood fled from her cheek.
Her hands caught each other in a genuine gesture of distress.
"In prison! John Law! Oh heaven! tell me how ?" Her voice was trembling now.
"My brother slew Mr.Wilson in a duel not of his own seeking.

It happened yesterday, and so swift I scarce can tell you.

He took up a quarrel which I had fixed to settle with Mr.Wilson myself.

We all met at Bloomsbury Square, my brother coming in great haste.

Of a sudden, after his fashion, he became enraged.