The first visitor who came to see him in the sponging-house was she who had last held him on the heights of Ingouville, and called him murderer. He was proportionately glad to see her: a mutual pleasure, without doubt! But his troubles had much shaken him, and Markworth was not the Markworth of before--the cool collected man of the world with a strong spice of the devil-may-care element; he was cowed and beaten. "What do you want here with me, Clara Kingscott?" he growled out, as he cowered from her fixed gaze of hate. "What do you want now, for God's sake! I paid you, at all events!" "What do I want, Allynne Markworth? I wanted to see you caged at last, villain! and now I'm satisfied!" "Well, you've seen me now, so you may go away and be happy! But I don't know why you hate me so, I'm sure; I don't owe you any money at all events!" "Money, money, money! that has always been the burden of your song--and now you see its worth!" "I know it would take me out of here; that's what I know!" he replied, with a faint attempt at a jocular laugh--it was a very faint one. "Would it? Do you know who put you here?" "Solomonson, I suppose; my worthy friend to whom I am slightly indebted. I don't think he'll get his money, though; for I am hanged if I don't go through `the Court.'" He laughed, still keeping up appearances. The governess went on, however, in her cold grating voice, without apparently noticing his interruption. "I placed you here!" she said, with bitter emphasis. "I got you arrested. I knew that you came to those lodgings last night! I have been watching for you for weeks; and I went down this morning to those attorneys, and told them where you were. I would have gone last night if it had not been so late! You have got to thank me for your arrest!" "You! you she devil! Why, what on earth have I done to you?" he exclaimed, in astonishment. "Done to me! If you have forgotten ten years ago, and the way you deceived me, Allynne Markworth, I have not!" "Good God, Clara! I thought that was all past and gone. No one could have regretted it more than I! and you, yourself, said we had better let bygones be bygones! Why, you accepted money from me, you--" "Yes, I did! It was only to work your own ruin!" "Good God, Clara! Don't go on like that; I'm hunted down now, or I would do anything you wanted. Don't hit a man when he's down!" She still continued, working herself up into a frenzy of passion as she spoke, without noticing his words, although gazing steadily in his face with her basilisk eyes, which were widened with fury and hate.