Ugh! I've seen it once before, and I recognised it in her again.

There will be a bad end to this." There probably would have been, with the aid of unlimited brandy and unrestrained devil, some outbreak so gross that the social laws which rule men who are "officers and gentlemen" could not have ignored or overlooked it.

But the end came in an unexpected way, and Osborn was saved from open ignominy by an accident.
On a certain day when he had drunk heavily and had shut Hester up with him for an hour's torture, after leaving her writhing and suffocating with sobs, he went to examine some newly bought firearms.

In twenty minutes it was he who lay upon the floor writhing and suffocating, and but a few minutes later he was a dead man.

A charge from a gun he had believed unloaded had finished him.
* * * * * Lady Walderhurst was the kindest of women, as the world knew.