"Alan Warburton, you have appointed yourself my accuser; you shall not be my judge. I am answerable to you for nothing. From this moment I owe you neither courtesy nor gratitude. I _have_ a secret, but it shall be told to my husband, not to you. If I have done wrong, I have wronged him, not you. You have insulted me under my own roof to-night, for the last time. I will tell my story to Archibald now; he shall judge between us." She turned away, but he laid a detaining hand upon her arm. "Stop!" he said, "you must not go to Archibald with this; you shall not!" "Shall not!" she exclaimed scornfully; "and who will prevent it?" "I will prevent it. Woman, have you neither heart nor conscience? Would you add murder to your list of transgressions?" "Let me go, Alan Warburton," she answered impatiently; "I have done with you." "But I have not done with you! Oh, you know my brother well; he is trusting, confiding, blind where you are concerned. He believes in your truth, and he must continue so to believe. He must not hear of this night's work." "But he shall; every word of it." "Every word! Take care, Mrs. Warburton. Will you tell him of the lover who was here to-night, disguised as a woman, the better to hover about you?" "You wretch!" She threw off his restraining hand and turned upon him, her eyes blazing. Then, after a moment, the fierce look of indignation gave place to a smile of contempt. "Yes," she said, turning again toward the door, "I shall tell him of that too." "Then you will give him his death-blow; understand that! Yesterday, when his physician visited him, he told us the truth. Archibald's life is short at best; any shock, any strong emotion or undue excitement, will cause his death. Quiet and rest are indispensable. To-morrow--to-day, you were to be told these things. By Archibald's wish they were withheld from you until now, lest they should spoil your pleasure in the masquerade." The last words were mockingly uttered, but Leslie paid no heed to the tone. "Are you telling me the truth?" she demanded. "Must I play my part still?" "I am telling you the truth. You must continue to play your part, so far as he is concerned. For his sake I ask you to trust me. You bear our name, our honor is in your keeping. Whatever your faults, your misdeeds, have been, they must be kept secrets still. I ask you to trust me,--not that I may denounce you, but to enable me to protect us all from the consequences of your follies." If the words were conciliatory, the tone was hard and stern. Alan Warburton could ill play the role he had undertaken. The look she now turned upon him was one of mingled wonder and scorn.