At all events, her heart sang with a quiet joy, and her good humour was unbounded.

So she stood up, holding Lord Dunoran's hand in hers, and putting her white arm round her niece's neck, she kissed her again and again, very tenderly, and she said-- 'How very happy, Gertrude, you must be!' and then she went quickly from the room, drying her eyes.
Happy indeed she was, and not least in the termination of that secrecy which was so full of self-reproach and sometimes of distrust.

From the evening of that dinner at the King's House, when in an agony of jealousy she had almost disclosed to poor little Lily the secret of their engagement, down to the latest moment of its concealment, her hours had been darkened by care, and troubled with ceaseless agitations.
Everything was now going prosperously for Mervyn--or let us call him henceforward Lord Dunoran.

Against the united evidence of Sturk and Irons, two independent witnesses, the crown were of opinion that no defence was maintainable by the wretch, Archer.

The two murders were unambiguously sworn to by both witnesses.