“How was it that you clean vanished, I alius thought that gal Emma was at the bottom of your disappearance.”
Hetty briefly related the circumstances connected with her cruel experience in the police court, but made no mention of Leybourne’s name.
“It was real mean and shabby of Emma,” said Slater, when Hetty had finished speaking, 44 but now that we have found each other by the dispensation o’ Providence, as I may say, you’ll come ’ome with me ? My feelings towards you ’ave never changed, no they ’aven’t — You’ll come ’ome along with me, won’t you?”
No, that I won’t,” said Hetty stoutly. You deceived me. There’s no need to go back upon that ; but I’m now happy in a good situation with kind people, and there I’ll stay!” (p.204)

The dressing-table was between her and it, and even if she succeeded in opening the window it was improbable that she would be heard in the Mews, Slater was between her and the door.
 “’Etty, will you come away with me?” asked Slater, striding towards her with menacing aspect.
 Hetty drew farther and farther away from him until she was against the wall. The two stood watching each other — the girl with the courage of despair, for she knew that screaming in an empty house was unavailing.
 “You have treated me shameful,” said Slater, seizing her and holding her fast against the wall. He had come there that night intent on frightening the girl, and to coerce her to accompany him home, but had not reckoned on Hetty’s strength of character. The picture of Leybourne, distinguished and handsome, and the knowledge of Hetty’s love for the artist, had worked him into a frenzy of rage. He had come without any definite plan beyond that of endeavouring to induce her to return to him by frightening her. (p.279.)

 Slater caught her by the shoulder and shook her violently. She struggled to free herself, but he had her fast, and gazed at her with a ruthless ferocity.
 ’Let me go, let me go ! " she cried. Then life became inexpressibly dear to her.
"Oh, Sam, let me live," she pleaded. "  Let me enjoy the air and sunshine of life yet awhile."
"You did not care much about my enjoyment when you left me," retorted Slater fiercely. " You want to live for your lover, eh ? "
Hetty did not answer, but her eyes travelled to Leybourne’s picture. Were he but there to protect her !
Slater noticed the glance. It further infuriated him and sealed her doom. In another second he had swept the razor across the girl’s throat.
Hetty struggled no longer, a warm fluid fell [281] upon the man’s hands, and he became conscious of the awful deed he had committed.
"Oh, Sam, let me live," she pleaded. " Let me enjoy the air and sunshine of life yet awhile."
"You did not care much about my enjoyment when you left me," retorted Slater fiercely. " You want to live for your lover, eh ? "
Hetty did not answer, but her eyes travelled to Leybourne’s picture. Were he but there to protect her !
Slater noticed the glance. It further infuriated him and sealed her doom. In another second he had swept the razor across the girl’s throat.
Hetty struggled no longer, a warm fluid fell
"Oh, Sam, let me live," she pleaded. " Let me enjoy the air and sunshine of life yet awhile."
 ’You did not care much about my enjoyment when you left me," retorted Slater fiercely. "You want to live for your lover, eh?"
 Hetty did not answer, but her eyes travelled to Leybourne’s picture. Were he but there to protect her !
Slater noticed the glance. It further infuriated him and sealed her doom. In another second he had swept the razor across the girl’s throat.
 Hetty struggled no longer, a warm fluid fell
 ’’Etty, ’Etty ! " he cried, releasing his grasp.
There was no answer, and an inanimate object fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
 God! What had he done! He was a murderer.

Epilogue: ‘Shortly after his encounter with Slater, Dicky Bean returned to Australia, where he rose to a position of considerable eminence. He has not married nor has he ever returned to the mothercountry, but wherever there is good work to be done in the land of his adoption, he is to be found.
 Leybourne and Lady Grace are happy in each other’s love. They enjoy the delight of real comradeship. Leybourne’s success as an artist continues undiminished. Both he and his wife bear a faithful and affectionate remembrance of Hetty, who is buried in the quiet graveyard attached to the convent of Les Dames Franchises. Leybourne often says to Lady Grace that his success as a painter was mainly due to Hetty. Never will he again find such a patient, willing model. Her picture was the foundation of his fame.
 Did he ever discover the dead girl’s secret love for him? The knowledge of it was gradually borne in upon him during and after the trial, until it became both a revelation and a conviction. He recalled a thousand little instances, [307] her face lighting up with joy when she saw him, her smile for him. But of this Lady Grace knows nothing, the secret is between him and the dead. In silence Hetty’s love was born, in silence it died.