At this announcement the bewildered Squire put his hand to his head.  Edward Cossey staggered visibly and rested himself against the table, while George murmured audibly, “That’s a good job.”

“Listen,” said Ida, rising from her chair, her dark eyes flashing as the shadow of all the shame and agony that she had undergone rose up within her mind.  “Listen, Mr. Cossey,” and she pointed her finger at him; “this is the history of our connection.  Some months ago I was so foolish as to ask your help in the matter of the mortgages which your bank was calling in.  You then practically made terms that if it should at any time be your wish I should become engaged to you; and I, seeing no option, accepted.  Then, in the interval, while it was inconvenient to you to enforce those terms, I gave my affection elsewhere.  But when you, having deserted the lady who stood in your way—­no, do not interrupt me, I know it, I know it all, I know it from her own lips—­ came forward and claimed my promise, I was forced to consent.  But a loophole of escape presented itself and I availed myself of it.  What followed?  You again became possessed of power over my father and this place, you insulted the man I loved, you resorted to every expedient that the law would allow to torture my father and myself.  You set your lawyers upon us like dogs upon a hare, you held ruin over us and again and again you offered me money, as much money as I wished, if only I would sell myself to you.  And then you bided your time, leaving despair to do its work.

“I saw the toils closing round us.  I knew that if I did not yield my father would be driven from his home in his old age, and that the place he loved would pass to strangers—­would pass to you.  No, father, do not stop me, I will speak my mind!

“And at last I determined that cost what it might I would yield.  Whether I could have carried out my determination God only knows.  I almost think that I should have killed myself upon my marriage day.  I made up my mind.  Not five minutes ago the very words were upon my lips that would have sealed my fate, when deliverance came.  And now go.  I have done with you.  Your money shall be paid to you, capital and interest, down to the last farthing.  I tender back my price, and knowing you for what you are, I—­I despise you.  That is all I have to say.”

“Well, if that beant a master one,” ejaculated George aloud.

Ida, who had never looked more beautiful than she did in this moment of passion, turned to seat herself, but the tension of her feelings and the torrent of her wrath and eloquence had been too much for her.  She would have fallen had not Harold, who had been listening amazed to this overpowering outburst of nature, run up and caught her in his arms.