She obeyed and attended, sitting at the further end of the table, whence she rose from time to time to wait upon him with her own hands.

Watching him the while with her quiet eyes, she noticed that he was ill at ease.
"Cannot you speak ?" he asked at last and savagely.

"Do you think it is pleasant for a man to sit opposite a woman who looks like a corpse in her coffin till he wishes she were one ?" "So do I," answered Lysbeth, and again there was silence.
Presently she broke it.

"What do you want ?" she asked.

"More money ?" "Of course I want money," he answered furiously.
"Then there is none; everything has gone, and the notary tells me that no one will advance another stiver on the house.