She seized his arm again with both hands--frail, trembling hands--that seemed suddenly nerved with all the strength of a man's.
"Come here--come here! I must and will speak to you!" She dragged him by main force a few paces back, toward an unoccupied corner of the room.

With deathly cheeks and wild eyes she raised herself on tiptoe, and put her lips to her husband's ear.

At that instant Trudaine called to her: "Rose, if you speak I am lost!" She stopped at the sound of his voice, dropped her hold on her husband's arm, and faced her brother, shuddering.
"Rose," he continued, "you have promised, and your promise is sacred.
If you prize your honor, if you love me, come here--come here, and be silent." He held out his hand.

She ran to him; and, laying her head on his bosom, burst into a passion of tears.
Danville turned uneasily toward the police agents.

"Remove your prisoner," he said.