Lieutenant Dudleigh--had gained her consent to this marriage for the
express purpose of betraying her into the hands of her worst enemy. His
name might or might not be Dudleigh, but she now saw that the true name
of the other must be Dudleigh, and that Mowbray had been assumed for
some other purpose. But how he came by such a name she could not tell.
She had no knowledge whatever of Sir Lionel; and whether Leon was any
relation to him or not she was totally ignorant.

This gave a new and most painful turn to all her thoughts, and she began
to feel anxious to know what had occurred since that evening.
Accordingly, on Mrs. Dunbar's return to her room, she began to question
her. Thus far she had said but little to this woman, whom for so long a
time she had regarded with suspicion and aversion. Mrs. Dunbar's long
and anxious care of her, her constant watchfulness, her eager inquiries
after her health--all availed nothing, since all seemed to be nothing
more than the selfish anxiety of a jailer about the health of a prisoner
whose life it may be his interest to guard.

"Who sent this?" asked Edith, sternly, pointing to the paper.

Mrs. Dunbar hesitated, and after one hasty glance at Edith her eyes
sought the floor.

"The captain," said she at length.

"The captain?--what captain?" asked Edith.

"Captain--Dudleigh," said Mrs. Dunbar, with the same hesitation.

Edith paused. This confirmed her suspicions as to his true name. "Where