Softly and delicately he would turn this good woman inside out, like a glove.
Every artistic fibre in his body vibrated to the dramatic situation.
Suddenly Hanaud leaned out of the window.
"It comes! it comes!" he said in a quick, feverish whisper.

"I can see the cab between the shrubs of the drive." "Let it come!" said Mr.Ricardo superbly.
Even as he sat he could hear the grating of wheels upon the drive.

He saw Hanaud lean farther from the window and stamp impatiently upon the floor.
"There it is at the door," he said; and for a few seconds he spoke no more.

He stood looking downwards, craning his head, with his back towards Ricardo.
Then, with a wild and startled cry, he staggered back into the room.
His face was white as wax, his eyes full of horror, his mouth open.
"What is the matter ?" exclaimed Ricardo, springing to his feet.
"They are lifting her out! She doesn't move! They are lifting her out!" For a moment he stared into Ricardo's face--paralysed by fear.

Then he sprang down the stairs.