But remember that you still have me to reckon with.

Whether he prove of your blood or not, he cannot prove himself of mine--thank God!" His lordship bowed in silence, preserving an unmoved countenance, whereupon she cursed him for a fool, and passed out.

He closed the door, and turned the key, Hortensia watching him in a sort of horror.

"Let me go!" she found voice to cry at last, and advanced towards the door herself.

But Rotherby came to meet her, his face white, his eyes glowing.