“Heavens, madam, but I am he!”

“I truly think you think it, sir. I question not your honesty in that; I but warn you, that is all.

My husband is master in this region; his power hath hardly any limit; the people prosper or starve, as he wills. If you resembled not the man whom you profess to be, my husband might bid you pleasure yourself with your dream in peace; but trust me, I know him well; I know what he will do; he will say to all that you are but a mad impostor, and straightway all will echo him.” She bent upon Miles that same steady look once more, and added: “If you were Miles Hendon, and he knew it and all the region knew it — consider what I am saying, weigh it well — you would stand in the same peril, your punishment would be no less