Her voice trembled as she lied to the robber denying that she had any such thing.
"We will search you, my lady, if you do not give it up voluntarily." Henrietta persisted in her falsehood: "I have nothing upon me.

I posted it in order that it might get to its destination more safely." "My lady, you are only wasting our time.

Turn round, take that steel netting out of your puffed sleeves and hand it over to us." At these words, all the blood flew to Henrietta's head.

It was no longer fear but the fury of despair that possessed her.

It suddenly occurred to her that here was the man whom nobody had ever recognized; the man who had made so many people unhappy; who had robbed her husband and would now stifle her last hope of saving her brother from disgrace.