In one moment it flashed upon her mind that the consequences of this will to her Alfred--to her son whom she loved--would be overwhelming.

Good Heavens! she turned pale as she thought of him and Fanny together.
The young man had merely muttered "By Jove, that's too d---- bad!" and flung himself out of the room.
His wife did not observe that her mother-in-law was regarding her; she did not see that her husband had left the room; she thought of no contest of wits, of no game she had won or lost.

She thought only of the tragical mistake she had made--the dull, blundering crime she had committed; and still bowed over, and gnawing her nails, she looked sideways with her hard, round, black eyes, at Hope Wayne.
The heiress sat quietly by the side of her friend Lawrence Newt.

She was holding the hand of Mrs.Simcoe, who glanced sometimes at Lawrence, calmly, and with no sign of regretful or revengeful remembrance.

The Honorable Budlong Dinks was walking up and down the room, stroking his chin with his hand, not without a curiously vague indignation with the late lamented proprietor of Pinewood.
It was a strange spectacle.