He raved, he cursed, he ground his teeth, he looked round for a sword to kill her or himself, but could find none.

And all the while Betty sat still and gazed at him like some living fate.
At length he was weary, and her turn came.
"Listen," she said.

"Yonder in London you promised to marry me; I have it hidden away, and in your own writing.

By agreement I fled with you to Spain.

By the mouth of your messenger and former love this marriage was arranged between us, I receiving your messages to me, and sending back mine to you, since you explained that for reasons of your own you did not wish to speak of these matters before my cousin Margaret, and could not wed me until she and her father and her lover were gone from Granada.