"My God! what do you mean?" she exclaimed, her pallor now becoming actually livid. "Before Reginald Tracy took the poison which hurried him to his last account," continued the solicitor in a low and solemn tone, "he wrote two letters. These were found upon the table in his cell. One was to Katherine Wilmot—the other was to me. The governor of Newgate has just been with me, and has delivered to me this last communication from my poor friend." "The governor of Newgate!" repeated Cecilia, now overwhelmed with vague terrors. "Yes, madam: and the contents are to inform me that you—_you_, madam, with an assumed name, and passing yourself off as Mr. Tracy's sister, visited him twice in his cell, and, on the latter occasion, furnished him with the means of self-destruction." "Heaven protect me! it is but too true!" cried Cecilia; and, throwing herself upon her knees before the lawyer, she almost shrieked the words, "You would not give me up to justice, sir—you will not betray me?" "No, madam," answered Mr. Wharton; "I had punished you sufficiently when these tidings arrived." "Thank you, sir—thank you," cried Cecilia, rising from her knees. "But the governor of Newgate——" "Is gone, madam. I did not tell him that you were here. I must, however, warn you that I communicated to him, as in duty bound, the contents of this letter." "Then he is aware that I——" "He is aware that you conveyed the poison to Reginald Tracy; and the officers of justice will be in search of you in another hour," replied the lawyer, coldly. "My God! what will become of me?" ejaculated Cecilia, now pushed to an extremity which she never had contemplated. "I would not say that you were here, madam," continued the lawyer, "because Reginald Tracy had contemplated making me the means of handing you over to the grasp of justice; and I am sorry that he should so far have misunderstood me. I now comprehend why he directed you to come hither. He thought that his letter would reach me earlier—before you came, and that I should be the willing instrument of his vengeance. I will not show you the letter, because he has mistaken me—he has misunderstood me; and for this reason alone—and for no merciful feeling towards _you_—have I shielded you thus far. Now go, madam: when once you are away from this house, you must adopt the best measures you can devise to ensure your safety." "But can you not counsel me, sir—will you not direct me how to act?" cried Cecilia: "I am bewildered—I know not what step to take!" "I have no counsel to offer, madam," returned the lawyer, briefly. Cecilia could not mistake the meaning conveyed by this tone. She rose; and bowing in a constrained manner to the solicitor, left the office. But when she found herself in the street, she was cruelly embarrassed how to act. She dared not return home; the paternal door had long been closed against her; she had not a friend—and she had not a resource. A few sovereigns in her purse were all her available means.