A sudden light swept into Mannering's face.
"You!" he exclaimed softly.
Her hands went out towards him.

Borrowdean, with an almost imperceptible movement, checked his advance.
"So you see we are found out, after all, Duchess," he said, turning to her.

"You have known Mrs.Handsell, Mannering, let me present you now to her other self.

Duchess, you see that our recluse has come to his senses at last.

I must really introduce you formally: Mr.Mannering--the Duchess of Lenchester." Berenice, arrested in her forward movement, watched Mannering's face eagerly.