"Let there be no loitering by the way.

Deliver into his own hands, and bring back at once his answer." Then she was left alone again, and being so left, paced the room slowly, her gaze upon the floor.
"That was well done," she said.

"When he returns and has not found him, I will be angered, and send him again to wait." She stayed her pacing, and passed her hand across her face.
"'Tis like a nightmare," she said--"as if one dreamed, and choked, and panted, and would scream aloud, but could not.

I cannot! I must not! Would that I might shriek, and dash myself upon the floor, and beat my head upon it until I lay--as _he_ does." She stood a moment, breathing fast, her eyes widening, that part of her which was weak woman for the moment putting her in parlous danger, realising the which she pressed her sides with hands that were of steel.
"Wait! wait!" she said to herself.

"This is going mad.