CHAPTER XXV.
THE BREAKING OF THE STORM.
She looked at him and recoiled with a cry of dismay.

He stood before her so ghastly, so awful, that with a blind, unthinking motion of intense terror she put out both hands as if to keep him off.
"You have reason to fear me!" he said, in a hoarse, unnatural voice.
"Wives have been murdered for less than this!" Sybilla and Edwards heard the ominous words, and looked blankly in each other's faces.

They heard no more.

The baronet caught his wife's wrist in a grasp of iron, drew her into the dressing-room, and closed the door.

He stood with his back to it, gazing at her, his blue eyes filled with lurid rage.
"Where have you been ?" He asked the question in a voice more terrible from its menacing calm than any wild outburst of fury.
"In the Beech Walk," she answered, promptly.
"With whom ?" "With Mr.Parmalee." Her glance never fell.