"Quiet yourself and let us consider what may be done to arrest the evil of your--your act." "Nothing can be done, nothing," wailed Dorothy, as she arose from the bed and began to dress.

"Please arise, Madge, and dress yourself.

Here are your garments and your gown." They hastily dressed without speaking, and Dorothy began again to pace the floor.
"He will die hating me," said Dorothy.

"If he could live I willingly would give him to the--the Scottish woman.

Then I could die and my suffering would cease.