And serve him right too.

Harrison and I--" Here the letter broke off.
I felt stunned; and, strange to say, the sudden discovery left me as miserable as it found me.

I suppose I was ill; but for a short time my passion got the upper hand, and made it worse for me than if I had never known the truth.
But it didn't last long.

There came a knock at the door, and, without waiting for an invitation, Harrison came into the room, looking so miserable and scared that I scarcely recognised him for a moment.

He was evidently prepared for any sort of rebuff, and I despised myself far more than him as I heard the half-frightened voice in which he began.
"Smither, old man--" He got no farther; or at least I did not hear any more.