What I thought was this. Suppose the plot carried out, and myself married to my lord again. There would be this dreadful story on my mind. I should not dare to own my relationship with this famous Doctor; I should be afraid lest my husband should find it out. I should be afraid of his getting on the scent, as children say; therefore I should be obliged to hide all that part of my life which was spent in the Fleet. Yet there were many persons--Mrs. Esther, Sir Miles, Solomon Stallabras, beside my uncle--who knew all of it, except that one story. Why, any day, any moment, a chance word, an idle recollection, might make my husband suspicious and jealous. Then farewell to all my happiness! Better none at all than to have it snatched from me in that way. "There is a second plan," he went on. "We may tell him exactly who and what you are." "Oh, sir!" I cried, "do nothing yet. Leave it all with me for a little--I beg, I implore you! I love him, and he loves me. Should I harm him, therefore, by deceiving him and marrying him, while I hid the shameful story of the past? You cannot ask me to do that. I will not do it. And should you, against my will, acquaint him with what has happened, I swear that, out of the love I bear him, I will refuse and deny all your allegations--yea, the very fact itself, with the register and the evidence of those two rogues. Sir, which would the court believe? the daughter of the Rev. Lawrence Pleydell, or the rascal runner of a--of yourself?" He said nothing. He looked surprised. "No," I went on; "I will have no more deception. Every day I suffer remorse from my sin. There shall be no more. My mind, sir, is made up. I will confess to him everything. Not to-night; I cannot, to-night. And then, if he sends me away with hatred, I will never--never--stand in his way; I will be as one dead." "This," said the Doctor, "it is to be young and to be in love. I was once like that myself. Go, child; thou shalt hear from me again." He put on his mitre and beckoned me to the door. I went out without another word. Without stood a crowd, including Peggy Baker. "Oh!" she cried. "She looks frightened, yet exulting. Dear Miss Pleydell, I hope he prophesied great things for you! A title perhaps, an estate in the country, a young and handsome lover, as generous as he is constant. But we know the course of true love never----" Here my lord took my hand and led me away from the throng. Another pair went in, and the great negro before the door began again to flash his cutlass in the lights, to show his white teeth, and to turn those white eyes about which looked so fierce and terrible. CHAPTER XVII. HOW KITTY PREVENTED A DUEL.