The Curate of Glevering, the Denunciation of Charles Trevor - drawn by J. D. Watson, 1861. Illustration to a Christmas short story by William J. Stewart. "Her face flushed crimson, but her voice was calm. "Yes, Louis." "I want to recall - without mentioning his name, so hard should I find it to do so calmly - one who - who" - "I will spare you the pain, Louis," she said calmly. "You mean Charles Trevor, who was so false - to you in friendship, and in love to me." He looked up in amaze at her calm face, his own racked and white with passion. "We were as brothers," he continued presently in a hoarse voice. "I had no doubt or suspicion of him. Had he asked me to give my life into his keeping I would have done so without a question. He was rash, headstrong, reckless, this man, and wanted money often. At some such time he came to me to help him to borrow it. I could only lend him my name, but that was useful, and I gave it. You are following me, Lucie?" "Yes, Louis." "I forgot it so soon as it was done. When he fell, as God in his just vengeance decreed that he should fall, I had no thought that his ruin would prove mine". From "Illustrated London News", 1861.