Still there was no answer, and the young man looked eagerly round the hall, to take a step aside, and pounced upon a handkerchief that had been dropped on the mat. "Whose is this?" he cried, taking it to the light, and holding it out, first to inspect one corner and then another. "Daisy!" he cried, joyously. "Has Daisy been here? Do you hear? Speak, some of you. It was; it must have been. I might have known her in the dark." "You coward--you villain!" cried Mrs Glaire, in a low, hissing whisper. "Is there to be no end to your deceit? Stop. One moment. Let me tell you what I know. You planned to meet that girl to-night, and you left your hiding-place on purpose." "Then it was Daisy!" cried Richard. "Yes, it was Daisy. You were a little too late. You must have good spies, Richard, my son, clever people, to keep you informed, and you learned that your poor cheated cousin and I were gone out for the evening." "What the deuce do you mean?" cried Richard, stamping impatiently. "Mean?" cried his mother. "I mean that I took Daisy away, kept her in Sheffield, that she might be saved from a life of shame--saved--oh, God! that I should have to say it--from my son." "_You_--_you_ got Daisy away?" half shrieked Richard. "Yes, I--I," said Mrs Glaire, "to save you--to make you an honest man, and that you might keep your word to your poor injured cousin. I did all this to the destruction of the happiness of the most faithful servant that ever served our house, and to break his poor wife's heart. I did all this sin, Richard, for you--for my boy; but you have beaten me; I am defeated. It has been a hard fight, but it was not to be. There, she has been found out by your emissary, that Big Harry." "Hang me if I know what you are talking about," cried Richard. "Bah! fool, throw off your disguise," cried Mrs Glaire. "If you will be a villain be a bold one, and not a mean, despicable, paltry, cowardly liar. There, go; she has come. Your spies managed well, but they could not foresee that the poor foolish girl would miss you--that you would be a few minutes too late, nor that we should return home early because I was unwell." "Here, I'm not going to stop and hear this mad folly," cried Richard, with his hand upon the door. "No; go!" cried Mrs Glaire; "but I curse you." "Aunt!" shrieked Eve, clinging to her. "Stand aside, Eve," cried Mrs Glaire, who was white with passion. "Go--go, Richard. It was Daisy Banks who left here. She came to seek you, and she has gone to find you at the works. Go, my son, go; the road is easy and broad, and if it ends in ruin and death--" "Death!" cried Richard, recoiling. "Yes, death, for there is mischief abroad." "Bah! I'll hear no more of your mad drivel," cried the young man savagely. "I've heard too much;" and, flinging open the door, he rushed out. "Aunt, aunt, what have you done?" cried Eve, piteously.