Then there arose, like the dawning of a light, the grand figure of the woman he loved, standing clear of all entanglements, a Madonna among the saints, more precious than ever in the radiance of her own sacrifice.
With this last vision his mind was made up.

No, he would not wait a moment.

Once this terrible secret out of the way, Jane would regain her old self and they two fight the world together.
As he loosened the reins over the sorrel a light suddenly flashed from one of the upper windows disappeared for a moment, and reappeared again at one of the smaller openings near the front steps.

He drew rein again.

Someone was moving about--who he did not know; perhaps Jane, perhaps one of the servants.