The storm burst upon them in its fury.
Unmindful of the terrors of the night, unscared by the danger that threatened him, Rowland consigned his sister's husband and his sister's child to the waves." "Bring your story to an end, Sir," said Trenchard who had listened to the recital with mingled emotions of rage and fear.
"I have nearly done," replied the stranger.--"As Rowland's whole crew perished in the tempest, and he only escaped by miracle, he fancied himself free from detection.

And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast.

During this period Sir Montacute has been gathered to his fathers.

His title has descended to Rowland: his estates to Aliva.

The latter has, since, been induced to unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, and which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by the suitor." Sir Rowland looked bewildered with surprise.
"The marriage was never consummated," continued the imperturbable stranger.