She had done it.
She might have helped--such was the stipulation of his mad freak in consenting to the bondage--yes, she might have helped to soften the sting of his wound.

She was beside him bearing his name, for the perpetual pouring of an acid on the wound that vile Henrietta--poisoned honey of a girl!--had dealt.
He glanced down at his possession:--heaven and the yawning pit were the contrast! Poisoned honey is after all honey while you eat it.

Here there was nothing but a rocky bowl of emptiness.

And who was she?
She was the sister of Henrietta's husband.

He was expected to embrace the sister of Henrietta's husband.