CHAPTER XXVI.
WE WILL RETURN TO OUR SECLUSION.
"I am mad," said Bertram to himself.

"Mad, as ever was the proverbial March hare.

That girl who passed us in the darkness was Josephine Hart.
Yes, that girl was Nina, and I must, I will, see her again." His heart was beating tumultuously; he felt the great passion of his love tingling through all his veins.

Money was nothing to him in this hour, debts were forgotten, disgrace and dishonor were nowhere.

Nina and love were all in all.