When they put the dead woman in the rude board coffin, she offered no
resistance. Calmly she watched them screw the lid down--calmly she saw
them raise it on their shoulders and bear it away. Without a word or
tear she arose, folded her cloak about her, and followed them to the
church-yard.

One by one the stragglers departed, and Zara was left alone by the
new-made grave. No, not quite alone, for through the bleak twilight
fluttered the tall, dark figure of a man toward her. She lifted her
gloomy eyes and recognized him.

"You come, Sir Jasper," she said, slowly, "to see the last of your
work. You come to gloat over your dead victim, and exult that she is
out of your way. But I tell you to beware! Zenith in her grave will
be a thousand times more terrible to you than Zenith ever was alive!"

The baronet looked at her with a darkly troubled face.

"Why do you hate me so?" he said. "Whatever wrong I did her, I never
wronged you."

"You have done me deadly wrong! My mother's wrongs are mine, and here,
by her grave, I vow vengeance on you and yours! Her dying legacy to me
was her hatred of you, and I will pay the old debt with double
interest, my noble, haughty, titled father!"

She turned with the last words and sped away like an evil spirit,
vanishing in the gloom among the graves.