At intervals a chill wind rustled the long curtains.
This, and her husband's labored breathing were the only sounds in the leaden silence that followed the departure of the two men from the adjoining room.

She was conscious of a dreary sense of detachment from all the world, the little circle of which she had been the center seemed to contract until it held only herself.

Suddenly Langham turned uneasily on his pillow and glanced toward the window.
"What time is it ?" he asked abruptly.
"It must be nearly day," said Evelyn.

"How do you feel now, Marsh?
Do you suffer ?" He shook his head.

His eyes were turned toward the window.
"What day is this ?" he asked after a brief silence.
"What day ?" repeated Evelyn.
"Yes--the day of the week, I mean ?" "It's Friday." "They are going to hang John North this morning!" he said, and he regarded her from under his half-closed lids.