The Mertons received him very kindly. Sybil made him promise that he would never again allow anything to come between them, and the marriage was fixed for the 7th June. Life seemed to him once more bright and beautiful, and all his old gladness came back to him again. One day, however, as he was going over the house in Curzon Street, in company with Lady Clementina’s solicitor and Sybil herself, burning packages of faded letters, and turning out drawers of odd rubbish, the young girl suddenly gave a little cry of delight. ‘What have you found, Sybil?’ said Lord Arthur, looking up from his work, and smiling. ‘This lovely little silver _bonbonnière_, Arthur. Isn’t it quaint and Dutch? Do give it to me! I know amethysts won’t become me till I am over eighty.’ It was the box that had held the aconitine. Lord Arthur started, and a faint blush came into his cheek. He had almost entirely forgotten what he had done, and it seemed to him a curious coincidence that Sybil, for whose sake he had gone through all that terrible anxiety, should have been the first to remind him of it. ‘Of course you can have it, Sybil. I gave it to poor Lady Clem myself.’ ‘Oh! thank you, Arthur; and may I have the _bonbon_ too? I had no notion that Lady Clementina liked sweets. I thought she was far too intellectual.’ Lord Arthur grew deadly pale, and a horrible idea crossed his mind. ‘_Bonbon_, Sybil? What do you mean?’ he said in a slow, hoarse voice. ‘There is one in it, that is all. It looks quite old and dusty, and I have not the slightest intention of eating it. What is the matter, Arthur? How white you look!’ Lord Arthur rushed across the room, and seized the box. Inside it was the amber-coloured capsule, with its poison-bubble. Lady Clementina had died a natural death after all! The shock of the discovery was almost too much for him. He flung the capsule into the fire, and sank on the sofa with a cry of despair. CHAPTER V MR. Merton was a good deal distressed at the second postponement of the marriage, and Lady Julia, who had already ordered her dress for the wedding, did all in her power to make Sybil break off the match. Dearly, however, as Sybil loved her mother, she had given her whole life into Lord Arthur’s hands, and nothing that Lady Julia could say could make her waver in her faith. As for Lord Arthur himself, it took him days to get over his terrible disappointment, and for a time his nerves were completely unstrung. His excellent common sense, however, soon asserted itself, and his sound, practical mind did not leave him long in doubt about what to do. Poison having proved a complete failure, dynamite, or some other form of explosive, was obviously the proper thing to try.