ll woman in blackest
mourning slipped into the room. She came across to me, and as she bent
her sallow face I saw by the faint gleam of the night-light that it was
the Brazilian woman whom my cousin had married. She stared intently
into my face, and her expression was more kindly than I had ever seen
it.

"Are you conscious?" she asked.

I feebly nodded--for I was still very weak.

"Well; then, I only wished to say to you that you have yourself to
blame. Did I not do all I could for you? From the beginning I tried
to drive you from the house. By every means, short of betraying my
husband, I tried to save you from him. I knew that he had a reason for
bringing you here. I knew that he would never let you get away again.
No one knew him as I knew him, who had suffered from him so often. I
did not dare to tell you all this. He would have killed me. But I did
my best for you. As things have turned out, you have been the best
friend that I have ever had. You have set me free, and I fancied that
nothing but death would do that. I am sorry if you are hurt, but I
cannot reproach myself. I told you that you were a fool--and a fool
you have been." She crept out of the room, the bitter, singular woman,
and I was never destined to see her again. With what remained from her
husband's property she went back to her native land, and I have heard
that she afterwards took the veil at Pernambuco.

It was not until I had been back in London for some time that the
doctors pronounced me to be well enough to do business. It was not a
very welcome permission to me, for I feared that it would be the signal
for an inrush of creditors; but it was Summers, my lawyer, who first
took advantage of it.

"I am very glad to see that your lordship is so much better," said he.
"I have been waiting a long time to offer my congratulations."

"What do you mean, Summers? This is no time for joking."

"I mean what I say," he answered. "You have been Lord Southerton for
the last six weeks, but we feared that it would retard your recovery if
you were to learn it."

Lord Southerton! One of the richest peers in England! I could not
believe my ears. And then suddenly I thought of the time which had
elapsed, and how it coincided with my injuries.

"Then Lord Southerton must have died about the same time that I was
hurt?"

"His death occurred upon that very day." Summers looked hard at me as
I spoke, and I am convinced--for he was a