Without a word or tear she arose, folded her cloak about her, and followed them to the church-yard.
One by one the stragglers departed, and Zara was left alone by the new-made grave.

No, not quite alone, for through the bleak twilight fluttered the tall, dark figure of a man toward her.

She lifted her gloomy eyes and recognized him.
"You come, Sir Jasper," she said, slowly, "to see the last of your work.

You come to gloat over your dead victim, and exult that she is out of your way.

But I tell you to beware! Zenith in her grave will be a thousand times more terrible to you than Zenith ever was alive!" The baronet looked at her with a darkly troubled face.
"Why do you hate me so ?" he said.