But there were other letters and other answers which she had not shown.

It was afternoon, swift horses were ready in the courtyard, and with them an escort, while, disguised as Moors, Castell and Peter waited under guard in a chamber close at hand.

Betty, dressed in the robes of a Moorish woman, and thickly veiled, stood before Morella, to whom Inez had led her.
"I come to tell you," she said, "that at sundown, three hours after we have passed beneath her window, my cousin and mistress will wait to be made your wife, but if you try to disturb her before then she will be no wife of yours, or any man's." "I obey," answered Morella; "and, Senora Betty, I pray your pardon, and that you will accept this gift from me in token of your forgiveness." And with a low bow he handed to her a beautiful necklace of pearls.
"I take them," said Betty, with a bitter laugh, "as they may serve to buy me a passage back to England.

But forgive you I do not, Marquis of Morella, and I warn you that there is a score between us which I may yet live to settle.

You seem to have won, but God in Heaven takes note of the wickedness of men, and in this way or in that He always pays His debts.