I scorn to deny what he credits so easily." "I am afraid it would tax even your invention, my lady, to deny these very plain facts.

I leave you in your room, too ill to leave it, too ill by far to ride with me to my mother's, but not too ill to get up and meet your lover--shall I say it, madame ?--clandestinely in the Beech Walk as soon as I am gone! You should be a little more careful, madame, and make sure before you hold those confidential _tete-a-tetes_, that the servants are not listening and looking on.
Lady Kingsland and Mr.Parmalee are the talk of the county already.
To-night's meeting will be a last _bonne bouche_ added to the spicy dish of scandal." "Have you done ?" she said, whiter than ashes.

"Have you any more insults to offer ?" "Insults!" the baronet repeated, hoarse with passion.

"You do well, madame, to talk of insults--lost, fallen creature that you are! You have dishonored an honorable name; betrayed a husband who loved and trusted you with all his heart; blighted and ruined his life; covered him with disgrace! And you stand there and talk of insult! I have loved you as man never loved woman before, but God help you, Harriet Kingsland, if I had a pistol now!" She fell down on her knees before him.
"Kill me!" she cried.

"I am here at your feet--have mercy and stab me to the heart, but do not drive me mad with your horrible reproaches! May God forgive me if I have brought dishonor upon you, for I never meant it! Never--never--so help me Heaven!" "Rise, madame! Kneel to Him who will judge you for your baseness; it is too late to kneel to me! Oh, great God! to think how I have loved this woman, and how bitterly she has deceived me!" The unutterable agony of his tone to her dying day Harriet Kingsland might never forget.
"I loved her and I trusted her! I would have died to save her one hour of pain, and this is my reward! Dishonored--disgraced--my life blighted--my heart broken--deceived from first to last!" "No, no, no!" she shrieked aloud.