For his sake she would do it, for his sake and might God forgive her! Might God avenge her and him! Another instant and there came a knock upon the door.

She opened it.
"The Heer van Goorl stands below," said the voice of Greta, "wishing to see you, madam." "Admit him," answered Lysbeth, and going to a chair almost in the centre of the room, she seated herself.
Presently Dirk's step sounded on the stair, that known, beloved step for which so often she had listened eagerly.

Again the door opened and Greta announced the Heer van Goorl.

That she could not see the Captain Montalvo evidently surprised the woman, for her eyes roamed round the room wonderingly, but she was too well trained, or too well bribed, to show her astonishment.

Gentlemen of this kidney, as Greta had from time to time remarked, have a faculty for vanishing upon occasion.
So Dirk walked into the fateful chamber as some innocent and unsuspecting creature walks into a bitter snare, little knowing that the lady whom he loved and whom he came to win was set as a bait to ruin him.
"Be seated, cousin," said Lysbeth, in a voice so forced and strained that it caused him to look up.