"Yes," replied the other; "and I would not have forgotten it, either, if--if there had been any time to remember it in; but there won't be. I've owned up," he continued, in a labored whisper. "Stephens has made a full confession. You'll have it in all the papers to-morrow. And while I was at it I piled on some more I never did, which will get friends over the water out of trouble. Tom Flavell did me a good turn once, and he's been in hiding these two years for--well, it don't much matter what, but I've shoved that in with the rest, though it was never in my line--never. He'll be able to go home now." "Have not you confessed under your own name?" "No," replied Raymond, with a curious remnant of that pride of race at which it is the undisputed privilege of low birth and a plebeian temperament to sneer. "I won't have my own name dragged in. I dropped it years ago. I've confessed as Stephens, and I'll die and be buried as Stephens. I'm not going to disgrace the family." There was a constrained silence of some minutes. "Would you like to see your sister?" asked Charles; but Raymond shook his head with feeble decision. "That man!" he said, suddenly, after a long pause. "That man in the door-way! How did he come there?" "There is no man in the door-way," said Charles, reassuringly. "There is no one here but me." "Last night," continued Raymond, "last night in the stables. I watched him stand in the door-way." Charles remembered how Dare had said Raymond had bolted out past him. "That was Dare," he said; "the man who was to have been your brother-in-law." "Ah!" said Raymond with evident unconcern. "I thought I'd seen him before. But he's altered. He's grown into a man. So he is to marry Ruth, is he?" "Not now. He was to have done, but a divorced wife from America has turned up. She arrived at Vandon the day before yesterday. It seems the divorce in America does not hold in England." Raymond started. "The old fox," he said, with feeble energy. "Tracked him out, has she? We used to call them fox and goose when she married him. By ----, she squeezed every dollar out of him before she let him go, and now she's got him again, has she? She always was a cool hand. The old fox," he continued, with contempt and admiration in his voice. "She's playing a bold game, and the luck is on her side, but she's no more his wife than I am, and she knows that perfectly well." "Do you mean that the divorce was----"