Then worse." "No!" "No?
But I see what it is," he continued--and, alas, his voice strengthened the fear that like a dead hand was closing on her heart and staying it; deepened the terror that like a veil was falling before her eyes and darkening the room; so that she had much ado, gripping finger-nails into palms, to keep her feet and let herself from fainting.
"I see what it is.

You would fain play Providence," he continued--"that is it, is it?
You would play Providence?
Then come! Come then, and see what kind of Providence it is you have played.

We will see if you are right or I am right! And if she be well, or if she be ill!" And again he moved towards the staircase.
But she stood obstinately between him and the door.

"No," she said.

"You do not go up!" She was resolute.