I went to her; but she motioned me back and whispered: "No, no! Go with the others.

Father may want you.

Oh! it seems like murder! The poor Queen's pet...!" The tears were dropping from under the fingers that covered her eyes.
In the kitchen was a fire of wood ready laid.

To this Mr.Trelawny applied a match; in a few seconds the kindling had caught and the flames leaped.

When the fire was solidly ablaze, he threw the body of the cat into it.