It seems like a century since they went away." I could wait for no more--I hurried out of the room--crying, I am afraid.

Before I could go upstairs, Captain Danton joined me in the hall.
"Don't go," he said, hoarsely; "wait here.

You may be wanted." My heart seemed to stand still in vague apprehension of--I hardly know what.

We stood there together waiting, as the few friends who loved the ill-fated Scottish Queen so well, may have stood when she laid her head on the block.

I looked at that closed door with a mute terror of what was passing within--every nerve strained to hear the poor tortured girl's cry of anguish.