Of course, you will never really tell, but why not make what you can out of it?
She would not even miss a thousand a year and see what one thousand alone would do for you." So it was settled--the fiendish plan that was to torture an innocent woman until she was driven to shame and almost death.

He wrote the letter.

Marion received it with silent disdain; she had told him that it must all be at an end, and it should be so.
Then, as Adelaide had wisely forseen, there fell silence between them.
Adelaide wrote at intervals; in one letter she said: "Allan has told me what passed between you." She made no further comment; after a time she ceased even to mention his name in her letters, and then Marion believed herself, in all honesty, free.

She did not forget her promise; she interested herself greatly in procuring commissions for Allan Lyster; she persuaded Lord Ridsdale to order several pictures from him; she sent very handsome presents to Adelaide, and thanked Heaven that never again while she lived would she have a secret.
How relieved, how happy she felt! Life was not the same to her, now that this terrible burden was removed.

She asked herself how she ever could have been so blind and mad as to believe the feeling she entertained for Allan Lyster was love.
A year passed, and, except for the favors she conferred upon him, the orders that she had obtained for him, no news came to Marion of the man who had been her lover.