Say, Roxbury, wake up!" "Roxbury ?" came in shrill tones from within.

"He--Isn't he upstairs?
Good heaven, Mr.Rodney, what has happened?
What _has_ happened ?" "Upstairs?
What the deuce is he doing upstairs ?"' "He's--he's sleeping! Do tell me what's the matter ?" "Isn't this Mr.Medcroft's room ?" "Ye-es--but he isn't in.

He objects to the noise.

Oh, has anything happened to Roxbury ?" She was standing just inside the door, and her voice betrayed agitation.
"My dear Edith, don't get excited.

I have a telegram from--" She uttered a shriek.
"He's been assassinated! Oh, Roxbury!" "What the dev--Are you crazy?
It's a telegram from -- --" "Oh, heavens! I knew they'd kill him--I knew something dreadful would happen if I left--" Here she stopped suddenly.