Accident threw in his way another lovely woman, and he married again.

Before the first year was out, the friend whom he supposed was dead appeared, and told him that his wife still lived, and had borne him a child.

In the terror and confusion of the plague, the priest had mistaken one sister for the other, as the elder did die." "Yes, yes, I know; go on!" gasped my lady, with white lips, and eyes that never left the narrator's face.
"This friend had met with misfortune after flying from the doomed village with the surviving sister.

They had waited long for letters, had written, and, when no answer came, had been delayed by illness and poverty from reaching England.

At this time the child was born, and the friend, urged by the wife and his own interest, came here, learned that Sir Richard was married, and hurried to him in much distress.