On that night she went to the stone terrace to see her mother, for the first, the last, the only time.

I arranged it all--I lured her there--I stabbed her, and flung her over into the sea! I hated her for your sake--I hated her for her own.

And to-morrow, for my crime, you will die!" And still he gazed, paralyzed, stunned, speechless.
"Poor fool!" she said, with unutterable scorn--"poor, blind, besotted fool! and this is the end of all! Young, handsome, rich, high-born, surrounded by friends, the wealthy and the great, one woman's work brings you to this! I have said my say, and now I leave you; here we part, Sir Everard Kingsland.

Call the jailer; tell him what I have told you--tell it through the length and breadth of the land, if you choose.

Not one will believe you.