Here is the tisane when you are thirsty." She placed a goblet of milky liquid near the bed.
What more she said Frances did not hear.
It was to be! There was the morphia, and yonder the night drink within her reach.

It was God's will.
Colette turned out the lamp, hesitated, and sat down by the fire.
Presently she rose softly, bent over her mistress, and, finding her asleep, left the room noiselessly.

Her door closed far down the corridor.
Mrs.Waldeaux was quite alone, now.
It was but a step across the hall.

So easy to do--easy.

It must be done at once.
But her feet were like lead, she could not move; her tongue lay icy cold in her mouth.