He handed it back, and said, coldly: "Read me the passage, madam, on which you argue." Poor Mrs.Vane turned the letter in her hand, and her eye became instantly glazed; the seal was unbroken! She gave a sharp cry of agony, like a wounded deer.

She saw Pomander no longer; she was alone with her great anguish.

"I had but my husband and my God in the world," cried she.

"My mother is gone.

My God, have pity on me! my husband does not love me." The cold villain was startled at the mighty storm his mean hand had raised.