We know now why Stapleton looked with disfavour upon his sister's suitor--even when that suitor was so eligible a one as Sir Henry. And now I pass on to another thread which I have extricated out of the tangled skein, the mystery of the sobs in the night, of the tear-stained face of Mrs. Barrymore, of the secret journey of the butler to the western lattice window.
Wiemy już teraz, dlaczego Stapleton patrzał niechętnie na konkurenta siostry; chociaż ten konkurent jest jedną z pierwszych partyj w kraju.