Silence came over them again.

Both men looked moodily at nothing.

Finally Henry spoke.
"One of the worst features of any terrible thing like this is that burdens innumerable are either heaped upon the shoulders of the innocent, or they assume them.

There's my poor wife actually trying to make out that she is in some way to blame." "Women are a queer lot," said Horace, in a miserable tone.
Then the door opened suddenly, and Sylvia's think, excited face appeared.
"You don't suppose they'll send them to prison ?" she said.
"They'll both be acquitted," said Horace.

"Don't worry, Mrs.Whitman." "I've got to worry.