Lizzie gulped down something in her throat; but her voice, when she found it again, was still hoarse and strained.
"And now--go! You have learnt what you came for.

You have won, because you stop at nothing.

But go, before I try to kill you for the joy in your heart!" "Joy ?" Honoria put out a hand toward the bed's foot, to steady herself.

It was her turn to be weak.
"Yes--joy." Lizzie stepped between her and the door, pointed a finger at her, and held it pointing.

"In your heart you are glad already.