Rose's heart beat in great plunges against her side, but she restrained herself and waited.

Ten minutes, and there was the rustle of a dress; Kate entered the room.

The gentleman arose, there was a cry of "Reginald!" and then Kate was clasped in the stranger's arms.
Rose could see his face now; no need to look twice to recognize Mr.
Reinecourt.
The curtain dropped from Rose's hand, she stood still, breath coming and going in gasps.

She saw it all as by an electric light--Mr.Reinecourt was Kate's betrothed husband, Reginald Stanford.

He had known her from the first; from the first he had coolly and systematically deceived her.
He knew that she loved him--he must know it--and had gone on fooling her to the top of his bent.