Let that marriage be solemnized over again in public--no one need know of the other: consent to be my wife openly and above-board, and your prison doors will fly open that hour." "In Heaven's name, who are you ?" cried Mollie, impatiently.

"End this ridiculous farce--remove that disguise--let me see who I am speaking to.
This melodramatic absurdity has gone on long enough--the play is played out.

Talk to me, face to face, like a man, if you dare!" Her eyes blazed, her voice rose.

The old woman looked from one to the other, "far wide" but in evident curiosity.

The man had persisted in speaking to her in French, and Mollie had answered him in that language.
"Be it as you say!" cried her captor, suddenly; "only remember, Mollie, whether I am the person you prefer to see under this disguise or not, I am nevertheless your husband as fast as the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh can tie the knot.