Mainwaring and your sister will be in the drawing-room; the room next to it will be vacant, as Mr.Fielden is from home: there is but a glass-door between the two chambers." "Enough, enough!" and Lucretia turned round and placed her hand lightly on the Provencal's arm.

"The next hour will decide whether the means you suggest to learn truth and defend safety will be familiar or loathsome to me for life,--will decide whether trust is a madness; whether you, my youth's teacher, are the wisest of men, or only the most dangerous." "Believe me, or not, when I say I would rather the decision should condemn me; for I, too, have need of confidence in men." Nothing further was said; the dull street was quiet and desolate as usual.

Dalibard had taken with him the key of the house-door.

The door opened noiselessly; they were in the house.

Mainwaring's cloak was in the hall; he had arrived a few moments before them.