Colonel Doyle, as a man of honour, did not wish Lady Byron to rely upon 'confessions' made under the seal of secrecy. They had, apparently, been duped on a previous occasion; and, in case Mrs. Leigh were to bring an action against Lady Byron for defamation of character, it would not be advisable to rely, for her defence, upon letters which were strictly private and confidential. As to Augusta's 'admissions,' made orally and without witnesses, they were absolutely valueless--especially as the conditions under which they were made could not in honour be broken. Augusta through all this worry fell into a state of deep dejection. She had been accused of a crime which (though innocent) she had tacitly admitted. Her friends were beginning to look coldly upon her, and consequently her position became tenfold more difficult and 'extraordinary' than that of her accuser. Perhaps she came to realize the truth of Dryden's lines: 'Smooth the descent and easy is the way; But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labour lies.' Equivocation is a dangerous game. Lord Lovelace tells us that all the papers concerning the marriage of Lord and Lady Byron have been carefully preserved. 'They are a complete record of all the causes of separation, and contain full information on every part of the subject.' We can only say that it is a pity Lord Lovelace should have withheld those which were most likely to prove his case--for example, the letters which Mrs. Leigh wrote to Lady Byron in the summer of 1816. The public have a right to demand from an accuser the grounds of his accusation. Lord Lovelace gives us none. He bids us listen to what he deigns to tell us, and to ask for nothing more. That his case is built upon Lady Byron's surmises, and upon no more solid foundation, is shown by the following illuminating extract from 'Astarte': 'When a woman is placed as Lady Byron was, her mind works involuntarily, almost unconsciously, and conclusions force their way into it. She has not meant to think so and so, and she has thought it; the dreadful idea is repelled then, and to the last, with the whole force of her will, but when once conceived it cannot be banished. The distinctive features of a true hypothesis, when once in the mind, are a precise conformity to facts already known, and an adaptability to fresh developments, which allow us not to throw it aside at pleasure. Lady Byron's agony of doubt could only end in the still greater agony of certainty; but this was no result of ingenuity or inquiry, as she sought not for information.' If Lady Byron did not seek for information when she plied Augusta with questions, and encouraged her friends to do the same, she must have derived pleasure from torturing her supposed rival. But that is absurd.