Yes, sir, that slight observation of yours has more than explained to me why your friend, or, to call him by his true name, Mr.
Valentine Bulmer, has not commenced his machinations sooner, and also why he has commenced them now.

He thinks himself certain that Hannah Irwin is not now in Britain, or to be produced in a court of justice--he may find himself mistaken." "My friend seems perfectly confident of the issue of his cause," answered Jekyl; "but for the lady's sake, he is most unwilling to prosecute a suit which must be attended with so many circumstances of painful exposure." "Exposure, indeed!" answered Tyrrel; "thanks to the traitor who laid a mine so fearful, and who now affects to be reluctant to fire it .-- Oh! how I am bound to curse that affinity that restrains my hands! I would be content to be the meanest and vilest of society, for one hour of vengeance on this unexampled hypocrite!--One thing is certain, sir--your friend will have no living victim.

His persecution will kill Clara Mowbray, and fill up the cup of his crimes, with the murder of one of the sweetest----I shall grow a woman, if I say more on the subject!" "My friend," said Jekyl, "since you like best to have him so defined, is as desirous as you can be to spare the lady's feelings; and with that view, not reverting to former passages, he has laid before her brother a proposal of alliance, with which Mr.Mowbray is highly pleased." "Ha!" said Tyrrel, starting--"And the lady ?"-- "And the lady so far proved favourable, as to consent that Lord Etherington shall visit Shaws-Castle." "Her consent must have been extorted!" exclaimed Tyrrel.
"It was given voluntarily," said Jekyl, "as I am led to understand; unless, perhaps, in so far as the desire to veil these very unpleasing transactions may have operated, I think naturally enough, to induce her to sink them in eternal secrecy, by accepting Lord Etherington's hand .-- I see, sir, I give you pain, and am sorry for it .-- I have no title to call upon you for any exertion of generosity; but, should such be Miss Mowbray's sentiments, is it too much to expect of you, that you will not compromise the lady's honour by insisting upon former claims, and opening up disreputable transactions so long past ?" "Captain Jekyl," said Tyrrel, solemnly, "I have no claims.

Whatever I might have had, were cancelled by the act of treachery through which your friend endeavoured too successfully to supplant me.

Were Clara Mowbray as free from her pretended marriage as law could pronounce her, still with me--_me_, at least, of all men in the world--the obstacle must ever remain, that the nuptial benediction has been pronounced over her, and the man whom I must for once call _brother_."-- He stopped at that word, as if it had cost him agony to pronounce it, and then resumed:--"No, sir, I have no views of personal advantage in this matter--they have been long annihilated--But I will not permit Clara Mowbray to become the wife of a villain--I will watch over her with thoughts as spotless as those of her guardian angel.