"
It was his name! A fierce, baleful light gleamed in Benito's dark
eyes; he clenched his fists and set his teeth fast.
"You know him?" said Mrs. Wilders, readily interpreting these signs of
hate.
"I should like to kill him!" hissed Benito.
"Do so, and claim your own reward."
"But how? When? Where?"
"That is for you to settle. Watch him, stick to him, dog his
footsteps, follow him wherever he goes. Some day he must give you a
chance."
"Leave it to me. The moment will come when I shall sheathe my knife in
his heart."
"I think I can trust you. Only do it well, and never let me see him
again."
CHAPTER XXII.
MR. HOBSON CALLS.
The _Arcadia_ went direct from Gibraltar to Southampton, where Mrs.
Wilders left it and returned to London.
It was necessary for her to review her position and look things in the
face. Her circumstances were undoubtedly straitened since her
husband's death. She had her pension as the widow of a general
officer--but this was a mere pittance at best--and the interest of the
small private fortune settled, at the time of the marriage, on her and
her children, should she have any. Her income from both these sources
amounted to barely L300 a year--far too meagre an amount according to
her present ideas, burdened as she was, moreover, with the care and
education of a child.
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