That in itself was sufficient to wipe out
the whole business.
CHAPTER LXIII
A REFUGE
IT was all over. Iris had sent in her money. She was in a small lodging
found for her by Fanny Mere, who called her cousin. She stayed indoors
all day long, afraid of stirring abroad; afraid to read the papers;
afraid that her husband was arrested on the charge of conspiracy and
fraud; afraid that some kind of hue and cry might be out after her.
Therefore, when she heard a manly step on the stair, she started and
turned pale, expecting nothing short of an armed messenger of the law.
She never was in this danger for a single minute, but conscience made a
coward of her.
The step was that of Hugh Mountjoy.
"I found you out," he said, "by means of Fanny. The girl knew that she
was safe in letting me know your secret. Why are you in concealment?"
"You cannot know all, or you would not ask me that."
"I do know all; and again I ask, why are you in concealment?"
"Because--Oh, Hugh--spare me!"
"I know all, which is the reason why I cannot choose but come to see
you. Come out of this poor place; resume your own name. There is no
reason why you should not. You were not present at Passy when this
conspiracy was hatched; you got there after the funeral.
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