She had thought much already over one thing which had been revealed on that eventful evening. The name Mowbray was an assumed one. The villain who had taken it now called himself Leon Dudleigh. Under that name he married her, and under that name his marriage was published. His friend and her betrayer--that most miserable scoundrel who had called himself Lieutenant Dudleigh--had gained her consent to this marriage for the express purpose of betraying her into the hands of her worst enemy. His name might or might not be Dudleigh, but she now saw that the true name of the other must be Dudleigh, and that Mowbray had been assumed for some other purpose. But how he came by such a name she could not tell. She had no knowledge whatever of Sir Lionel; and whether Leon was any relation to him or not she was totally ignorant. This gave a new and most painful turn to all her thoughts, and she began to feel anxious to know what had occurred since that evening. Accordingly, on Mrs. Dunbar's return to her room, she began to question her. Thus far she had said but little to this woman, whom for so long a time she had regarded with suspicion and aversion. Mrs. Dunbar's long and anxious care of her, her constant watchfulness, her eager inquiries after her health--all availed nothing, since all seemed to be nothing more than the selfish anxiety of a jailer about the health of a prisoner whose life it may be his interest to guard. “Who sent this?” asked Edith, sternly, pointing to the paper. Mrs. Dunbar hesitated, and after one hasty glance at Edith her eyes sought the floor. “The captain,” said she at length. “The captain?--what captain?” asked Edith. “Captain--Dudleigh,” said Mrs. Dunbar, with the same hesitation. Edith paused. This confirmed her suspicions as to his true name. “Where is he now?” she asked at length. “I do not know,” said Mrs. Dunbar, “where he is--just now.” “Has he ever been here?” asked Edith, after another pause. “Ever been here!” repeated Mrs. Dunbar, looking again at Edith with something like surprise. “Why, he lives here--now. I thought you knew that.” “Lives here!” exclaimed Edith. “Yes.” Edith was silent. This was very unpleasant intelligence. Evidently this Leon Dudleigh and Wiggins were partners in this horrible matter. “How does he happen to live here?” she asked at length, anxious to discover, if possible, his purpose. Mrs. Dunbar again hesitated. Edith had to repeat her question, and even then her answer was given with evident reluctance. “He says that you--I mean that he--is your--that is, that he is--is master,” said Mrs. Dunbar, in a hesitating and confused way. “Master!” repeated Edith. “He says that he is your--your--” Mrs. Dunbar hesitated and looked anxiously at Edith. “Well, what does he say?” asked Edith, impatiently. “He says that he is my--what?” “Your--your husband,” said Mrs. Dunbar, with a great effort.