Miriam sank on the bed and covered her face with her hands; and for a while, there was silence; for Celia had no words at command.

Presently Miriam dropped her hands from her face and looked straight before her; there was something worse than horror in her expression; there was a poignant, a vivid terror.
Celia found some eau-de-Cologne and bathed Miriam's forehead.
"You won't faint, Lady Heyton ?" she said.

"They will need you--you must try to bear up.

He is not dead----" "No, thank God!" murmured Miriam.

"Why, it would be--murder, wouldn't it ?" she asked suddenly, still staring in front of her.
"I--I don't know," said Celia.