There was a noise in the courtyard, but it sounded like the rattle of wheels more than the clatter of a horseman.
Then she was overcome--a sudden sense of pity for the unfortunate woman still hiding from her husband--and felt a momentary chivalrous exaltation of spirit.

Certainly she had done "good" to that wretched "Kitty;" perhaps she had earned the epithet that Barker had applied to her.

Perhaps that was the meaning of all this happiness to her, and the result was to be only the happiness and reconciliation of the wife and husband.

This was to be her reward.

I grieve to say that the tears had come into her beautiful eyes at this satisfactory conclusion, but she dashed them away and ran out into the hall.