But soon all other feelings merged for a time in fury at the heartless traitor who had destroyed his happiness, and had dashed the cup of innocent love from his very lips.

Boiling over with mortification and rage, he drove at once to that traitor's house.

Polly opened the door.

He rushed past her, and burst into the dining-room, breathless, and white with passion.
He found Miss Somerset studying the deed by which he had made her independent for life.

She started at his strange appearance, and instinctively put both hands flat upon the deed.
"You vile wretch!" cried Sir Charles.