"You will be glad to hear, Frederick Morley, that the lovely girl to whom you are so devotedly attached, is not the daughter of John Freeman, the Land's-End conjuror, but _the daughter of your aunt--Mrs. Courland_."
"Alrina, of whom I have heard so much, my daughter!" exclaimed Mrs. Courland; "impossible!"
"Oh! this is indeed too good to be true!" cried Frederick; "I cannot believe it. What proof is there of this?"
"Proof in abundance," replied the invalid; "I am ready to make an oath of the fact before a magistrate; and my brother----"
"Your brother!" said Frederick; "where is he? is he still alive?"
"I was about to say that my brother could have confirmed my statement. Captain Cooper and his wife can also bear witness to the fact; but, even if there were no other evidence, _the likeness_ would be sufficient to a person who knew Mrs. Courland as Miss Morley."
"Let me see her!" said Mrs. Courland; "where is she? It is very strange that I have never seen her, although I have heard so much about her. Why did you never let me see her?"
"That would not have suited our purpose," replied the invalid; "you would have braved all risk of your husband's displeasure, and taken her home long before, if you had seen her. I think you would have seen the likeness yourself. No, no, my brother's revenge was not complete. I led you, from the first, to believe that she was disfigured by the small-pox, and rendered very ugly and forbidding; but I never said she was dumb,--indeed, it was not our intention to have left the other girl with you entirely; it was only to frighten you into granting us the money that we required, that the poor girl was taken into your house. My brother knew that he must be found out, ere long, and he wanted all the money he could get to carry with him; for he had made all his preparations for leaving this country, and his associates and accomplices wanted their share of the hush-money also. It was the last we should get from you, and so we demanded a large sum."
"But my daughter!" said Mrs. Courland--"if in reality she is such--pray let me see her. Where is she?"
"Your daughter, madam, is now at Pendrea-house, as Frederick Morley knows. Let him go there and fetch her, while you remain here; for I have something more to tell you in connection with this affair, which will convince you I am not deceiving you now. Tell Alrina," continued she, turning to Frederick, "that her aunt, Miss Freeman, is on her death-bed, and she must come at once."