Here was the way to revenge--the way to give him the lie direct.

As Sir Ronald Keith's wife, a life of splendour and power awaited her.

She thought of Glen Keith as she had seen it once, old and storied, and gray and grand, with ivy and roses clustering round its gray walls, and its waving trees casting inviting shadows.
Then, too, did he not deserve some return for this long, faithful, devoted love?
Other girls made marriages _de raison_ every day, and were well content with their lot--why should she not?
She could not forever remain indifferent to his fidelity and devotion.

She might learn to love him by-and-by.
The fire waned and burned low, the hours of the bleak winter night wore on, and three o'clock of a new day struck before the solitary watcher went to bed.
The Scotch baronet was not kept long in suspense.

Next morning, as Miss Danton came down the stone steps, with something in a paper parcel for her poor, sick pensioners, Sir Ronald Keith joined her.
"I have passed a sleepless night," he said.