If you believe me, give me your hand." Elsley stretched his hand, his head still buried.

Campbell took it, and went silently downstairs.
"Is he gone ?" moaned he, after a while.
"Yes." "Does she--does she care for him ?" "Good heavens! How did you ever dream such an absurdity ?" Elsley only beat upon the table.
"She has been ill ?" "Is ill.

She has lost her child." "Which ?" shrieked Elsley.
"A boy whom she should have had." Elsley only beat on the table; then-- "Give me the bottle, Tom!" "What bottle ?" "The laudanum;--there in the cupboard." "I shall do no such thing.

You are poisoning yourself." "Let me then! I must, I tell you! I can live on nothing else.

I shall go mad if I do not have it.