"Leave the room instantly!" thundered the actor, in a voice no longer broken.

"Blacken my name before that child by one word, and I will dash the next down your throat." Rugge rushed to the door, and keeping it ajar between Waife and himself, he then thrust in his head, hissing forth, "Fly, caitiff, fly! my revenge shall track your secret and place you in my power.

Juliet Araminta shall yet be mine." With these awful words the Remorseless Baron cleared the stairs in two bounds, and was out of the house.
Waife smiled contemptuously.

But as the street-door clanged on the form of the angry manager, the colour faded from the old man's face.
Exhausted by the excitement he had gone through, he sank on a chair, and, with one quick gasp as for breath, fainted away..