Hawbury"-- and Dacres's tones deepened into an awful solemnity--"Hawbury, it was the lady that I saw in the carriage yesterday.

One look at her was enough.

I was assured then that my impressions yesterday were not dreams, but the damnable and abhorrent truth!" "What impressions--you haven't told me yet, you know ?" [Illustration: "I STOOD TRANSFIXED."] "Wait a minute.

I rose as she entered, and confronted her.

She looked at me calmly, and then stood as though expecting to be introduced.
There was no emotion visible whatever.