Some had seen, and all had heard of young Cumberland's desperate interruption of the funeral, and the way his hand had invaded the flowers which the children had cast in upon her breast.
As the picture, real or fancied, rose before their eyes, one man rose and left his place at the table; then another, and presently another.

Even Charles Clifton drew back.

The district attorney remained where he was, and so did young Cumberland.

The latter had reached out his hand, but he had not touched the ring, and he sat thus, frozen.

What went on in his heart, no man there could guess, and he did not enlighten them.