Had she force enough in her feeble health to sustain the shock that had fallen on her?
Yes! she bore it with a strange unnatural resignation--she looked, she spoke, with the sad self-possession of despair.
"I was prepared for it," she said.

"I saw them in the spirit last night.
Richard Wardour has discovered the truth; and Frank has paid the penalty with his life--and I, I alone, am to blame." She shuddered, and put her hand on her heart.

"We shall not be long parted, Lucy.

I shall go to him.

He will not return to me." Those words were spoken with a calm certainty of conviction that was terrible to hear.