Speak!" "Ay, I will speak--implore thee by the love thou didst once bear me, Arthur, leave me now! I can hear no more to-night." "On condition thou wilt see me in private once again.

Marie, thou darest not refuse me this! Thou canst not have so fallen as to give no reason for this most foul wrong--fancied weak, futile as it may be.

We part now, but we meet again!" And with a strong effort at control he strode hastily from her.
The moon at that moment breaking from thick clouds, darted her full light upon the pool, till it shone like an illuminated mirror amidst the surrounding darkness; and though Arthur had disappeared, its clear surface distinctly reflected the outline of another closely shrouded figure.

Marie turned in terror, and beheld, gleaming with the triumph of a fiend, the hated countenance of Don Luis Garcia.

One look told her that he Lad seen all, heard all; but she had no power to speak or move.