May have wired home, each of them, since Maggie left me.

May have done," Fanny Assingham continued, "God knows what!" She went on, suddenly, with more emotion--which, at the pressure of some spring of her inner vision, broke out in a wail of distress, imperfectly smothered.

"Whatever they've done I shall never know.

Never, never--because I don't want to, and because nothing will induce me.

So they may do as they like.
But I've worked for them ALL" She uttered this last with another irrepressible quaver, and the next moment her tears had come, though she had, with the explosion, quitted her husband as if to hide it from him.
She passed into the dusky drawing-room, where, during his own prowl, shortly previous, he had drawn up a blind, so that the light of the street-lamps came in a little at the window.