"If you know the whole truth, you must be aware that I had no intention to murder him." "What, you extenuate? You wish to escape? But you shall not. I will have you arrested now, in this very house." "Be it so, then." And I sat down. So, the end had come. Life, and all its hopes, all its work, were over for me. I saw, as in a second of time, everything that was coming--the trial, the conviction, the newspaper clatter over my name, my ill deeds exaggerated, my good deeds pointed at with the finger of scorn, which perhaps was the keenest agony of all--save one. "Theodora!" Whether I uttered her name, or only thought it, I cannot tell. However, it brought her. I felt she was in the room, though she stood by her sister's side, and did not approach me. Again, I repeat, let no man say that sin does not bring its wages, which _must_ be paid. Whosoever doubts it, I would he could sit as I sat, watching the faces of father and daughters, and thinking of the dead face which lay against my knee, that midnight, on Salisbury plain. "Children," I heard Mr. Johnston saying, "I have sent for you to be my witnesses in what I am about to do. Not out of personal revenge--which were unbecoming a clergyman--but because God and man exact retribution for blood. There is the man who murdered Harry. Though he were the best friend I ever had, though I esteemed him ever so much, which I did,--still, discovering this, I must have retribution. "How, father?" Not _her_ voice, but her sister's. . Let me do full justice to Penelope Johnston. Though it was she who told my secret to her father, she did it out of no malice. As I afterwards learnt, chance led their conversation into such a channel, that she could only escape betraying the truth by a direct lie. And with all her harshnesses, the prominent feature of her character is its truthfulness, or rather its abhorrence of falsehood. Nay, her fierce scorn of any kind of duplicity is such, that she confounds the crime with the criminal, and, once deceived, never can forgive,--as in the matter of Lydia Cartwright, my acquaintance with which gave me this insight into Miss Johnston's peculiarity. Thus, though it fell to her lot to betray my confession, I doubt not she did so with most literal accuracy; acting towards me neither as a friend nor foe, but simply as a relater of facts. Nor was there any personal enmity towards me in her question to her father. It startled him a little. "How did you say? By the law, I conclude. There is no other way." "And if so, what will be the result? I mean what will be done to him?" "I cannot tell--how should I?"