CHAPTER XXVII.
HONORIA.
She was sitting there rigid, cold as a statue, when the rescuers brought them ashore and helped them up the slope.

A small crowd surrounded the carriage.

In the rays of their moving lanterns her face altered nothing to all their furtive glances of sympathy opposing the same white mask.

Some one said, "There's only two, then!" Another, with a nudge and a nod at the carriage, told him to hold his peace.

She heard.