that the woman must be effectually silenced by some means or other.
Going to her residence he boldly demanded an interview with her, and,
producing the letter to Trevelyan, asked if she had written it.
Miss Wilson laughed as she saw the effect of her shot, and
exultantly exclaimed:--"Of course I wrote it; who else _could_ have
done it?"

"And are you aware that you are liable to be prosecuted for libel?"
pursued D'Alton.

"It is no libel," retorted she, fiercely; "you know it is true, or
you would not be here now."

"Indeed! _can you prove it, then_?"

"I have no need to prove it to you. Your very facial expression
acknowledges it to be true."

"Will that satisfy the jury?"

"What jury?"

"The jury who are to try you for a malicious libel!"

At this Cissie started, but recovering herself exclaimed: "_You_
dare not sue me for libel. Your history would not stand repetition
in court."

"Who knows my history?"