We can imagine the grief and horror of the unhappy man.

In that interview the friend promised to leave all to Sir Richard, to preserve the secret till some means of relief could be found; and with this promise he returned, to guard and comfort the forsaken wife.

Sir Richard wrote the truth to Lady Trevlyn, meaning to kill himself, as the only way of escape from the terrible situation between two women, both so beloved, both so innocently wronged.

The pistol lay ready, but death came without its aid, and Sir Richard was spared the sin of suicide." Paul paused for breath, but Lady Trevlyn motioned him to go on, still sitting rigid and white as the marble image near her.
"The friend only lived to reach home and tell the story.

It killed the wife, and she died, imploring the old priest to see her child righted and its father's name secured to it.