They had drained one poor fellow dry, and she had thrown him over after leading him on to think that she cared for him and was going to marry him.

He blew out his brains in front of her, poor wretch.

They say she never turned a hair.

You wouldn't believe it possible, if you saw her; she is so sweet and caressing, and so young and beautiful, you'd almost believe her an angel.

But there's Travers in the background--always Travers." "Travers! Who is he ?" "Oh, one of her old flames, the only one she ever really cared for, they say.