"There," she said; "there is the letter in which I have your promise to marry me when I am free;--as I am now. It could not be less injurious to you than when locked up there; but the remembrance of it might frighten you." She threw the letter to him across the table, but he did not touch it. "And here are others which might be taken to mean the same thing. There! I am not so injured as I might seem to be,--for I never believed them. How could I believe anything that you would say to me,--anything that you would write?" "Don't be down on me too hard, Lucy." "No, I will not be down upon you at all. If these things pained you, I would not say them. Shall I destroy the letters?" Then she took them, one after another, and tore them into small fragments. "You will be easier now, I know." "Easy! I am not very easy, I can tell you." "Captain Stubber will not let you off so gently as I do. Is that it?" Then there was made between them a certain pecuniary arrangement, which if Mrs. Morton trusted at all the undertaking made to her, showed a most wonderful faith on her part. She would lend him £250 towards the present satisfaction of Captain Stubber; and this sum, to be lent for such a purpose, she would consent to receive back again out of Sir Harry's money. She must see a certain manager, she said; but she did not doubt but that her loan would be forthcoming on the Saturday morning. Captain George Hotspur accepted the offer, and was profuse in his thanks. After that, when he was going, her weakness was almost equal to his vileness. "You will come and see me," she said, as she held his hand. Again he paused a moment. "George, you will come and see me?" "Oh, of course I will." "A great deal I can bear; a great deal I have borne; but do not be a coward. I knew you before she did, and have loved you better, and have treated you better than ever she will do. Of course you will come?" He promised her that he would, and then went from her. On the Saturday morning Captain Stubber was made temporarily happy by the most unexpected receipt of five hundred pounds. CHAPTER XII. THE HUNT BECOMES HOT.