"At the depot by this time, I fancy, for the carriage went off at a
deuce of a rate."

She laughed again, while he paced the room with angry strides.

"'Twas he, then, that betrayed me. The villain! I'll have his life for
that, as I'm a sinner."

"Your a great sinner; Philip Searle. Sit down, now, and be quiet.
Where's the girl?"

"What girl?"

"Miranda Ayleff. The girl you've ruined; the girl you've put in my
place, and that I've come to drive out of it. Where is she?"

"Don't speak so loud, Moll. Be quiet, can't you? See here, Moll," he
continued, drawing a chair to her side, and speaking in his old winning
way--"see here, Moll: why can't you just let this matter stand as it is,
and take your share of the plunder? You know I don't care about the
girl; so what difference does it make to you, if we allow her to think
that she's my lawful wife? Come, give us a kiss, Moll, and let's hear no
more about it."

"Honey won't catch such an old fly as I am, Philip," replied the woman,
but with a gentled tone. "Where is the girl?" she asked suddenly,
starting from the chair. "I want to see her. Is she in there?"

"No," said Philip, quickly, and rising to her passage to the door of