I laid hold of the door and spoke in a different tone.

The tone of a master.
"'This is foolish, Mrs.Weston.I thought you understood.

I can and I will see your daughter.

Molly is my wife!' "She gave way at that.

The door opened wide, showing a long empty hall.
The woman stood aside, made no effort to stop me, but looking me in the eyes she said: 'You come too late.