"I will pay anything if it is necessary to stop reports--and if such things are possible to do in this country ?" But Mr.Parsons could hold out no really encouraging hopes of this.

No details would probably be known, but that Michael Arranstoun had married a Sabine Delburg and now divorced her would certainly be announced in the Scotch journals, where the Arranstouns and their Castle were of such interest to the public.
"If only I had been called Mary Smith!" Sabine almost moaned.

"If Lord Fordyce sees this he must realize that, although he knows me as Sabine Howard, I was probably Sabine Delburg." "I should think you had better inform his lordship yourself at once.
There is no disgrace in the matter.

Arranstoun is a very splendid name," Mr.Parsons ventured to remind her.
But Sabine shut her firm mouth.

Not until it became absolutely necessary would she do this thing.
Henry's company now had no longer power to soothe her; she found herself crushing down sudden inclinations to be capricious to him or even unkind--and then she would feel full of remorse and regret when she saw the pain in his fond eyes.