The faces of the others were set, and Harker's grew ashen grey.

Perhaps, he guessed better than any of us what was coming.
She continued, "This is what I can give into the hotch-pot." I could not but note the quaint legal phrase which she used in such a place, and with all seriousness.

"What will each of you give?
Your lives I know," she went on quickly, "that is easy for brave men.

Your lives are God's, and you can give them back to Him, but what will you give to me ?" She looked again questioningly, but this time avoided her husband's face.

Quincey seemed to understand, he nodded, and her face lit up.