"Well, what does he say?" asked Edith, impatiently. "He says that he is
my--what?"

"Your--your husband," said Mrs. Dunbar, with a great effort.

At this Edith stared at her for a moment, and then covered her face with
her hands, while a shudder passed through her. This plain statement of
the case from one of her jailers made her situation seem worse than
ever.

"He came here," continued Mrs. Dunbar, in a low tone, "the day after
your illness. He brought his horse and dog, and some--things."

Edith looked up with a face of agony.

"He said," continued Mrs. Dunbar, "that you were--married--to--him; that
you were now his--his wife, and that he intended to live at the Hall."

"Is that other one here too?" asked Edith, after a long silence.

"What other one?"

"The smaller villain--the one that used to call himself Lieutenant
Dudleigh."

Mrs. Dunbar shook her head.

"Do you know the real name of that person?"