A frightened look has come into her beautiful eyes--her breath comes quickly.

She is as a thing at bay--hopeless, horrified.

Her lips part as if she would say something.

But no words come.

She casts one anguished glance at the professor, and rushes from the room.
It was but a momentary glimpse into a heart, but it was terrible.
The professor turns upon Miss Majendie in great wrath.
"That was cruel--uncalled for!" says he, a strange feeling in his heart that he has not time to stop and analyse _then_.