Go, go, my son, and discover the entire truth." "And what then!" The cry came from Henry's agonized heart.

But the priest answered gravely: "That is in the hand of God.

My duty is done." And so they returned in silence, the Pere Anselme praying fervently to himself.

And when they reached the house, Lord Fordyce stumbled up the stone stairs heavily and knocked at the door of Sabine's sitting-room.
He had seen Moravia at her window in the inner building, and knew that this woman who held his life in her hand would be alone.
Then, in response to a gentle "_Entrez_" he opened the door and went in.
* * * * * Sabine had been sitting at her writing-table, an open blue despatch-box at her side.

She was at the far end of the great apartment, so that Henry had some way to go toward her in the gloom, as, but for the large lamp near her and the blazing wood fire at each end, there was no light in the vast room.