"Yes, I will tell you: he has gone to see Cedric. He was waiting for me when I got back yesterday, and he saw at once by my face that something had happened. Oh, you don't know Saul--when he means to find a thing out he is like a gimlet, one has no chance at all. He held my wrists until I told him everything--you can see how bruised they are," and she showed him the purple marks. "Oh, how angry he was! I never saw him in such a rage before, but it only made him more determined to hurry on the marriage." "He has no objection then to your marrying a pauper?" asked Malcolm coolly, but inwardly he was boiling with impotent wrath. "Oh, he will not believe that Cedric is poor," she returned sadly; "he only laughs at the idea of Miss Templeton disinheriting him. 'She wants to frighten him, and to choke us off, but I know a trick worth two of that,' was all he said; and then he cooled down, and called me a little fool, and bade me bring him the time-table, and ten minutes later he told me he was going to Oxford to arrange things with Cedric." "You mean about your marriage?" "Yes; it was fixed for next week, but last evening I received this telegram," and Leah put it in his hand. She had said all this in a weary, mechanical voice, as though she were reciting a lesson she had learnt by heart. "Make preparations at once--Cedric returns with me--function day after to-morrow, nine sharp--all arranged--hang results." Malcolm's lip curled with disgust as he gave it back to her. "Do you understand it?" she asked, as though distrustful of his quiet bearing. "Saul has hurried things on because he is afraid. He does not trust Cedric: he thinks he is weak and easily influenced, and fears that you may get hold of him again; his one idea is to have the marriage ceremony performed before Miss Templeton knows of it." "Ah, just so;" but Malcolm muttered "the villain!" between his teeth. "That is why I sent for you," continued Leah in the same dull, inward voice; "because he and Cedric have fixed it for to-morrow, and there is no time to lose. If he comes, and I were to see him again," and here her voice broke and her eyes grew piteous, "I should not have the strength to do it--to do what you want." "What I want?" And then he added breathlessly, "Do you mean that you will give him up?" "Yes, I mean that," in a choked voice. "I must give him up--the only creature I ever loved, and who was good to me. All night long I was thinking of it, fighting and struggling for my poor little bit of happiness; but you were right, Mr. Herrick, I love him too well to drag him down to poverty and ruin, for Saul would ruin him, I know that too well." "I know it too. God bless you for this noble resolve," returned Malcolm quickly; but she stopped him. "Hush! not a word of praise; you do not know--I have been to blame as well as Saul. But now what am I to do? they must not find me here."