.
but I am really tired.

You know Sir Percy will drive back to Richmond.
It is a long way, and we shall not--an we do not hurry--get home before daybreak." Lord Fancourt had perforce to go.
The moment he had disappeared, Chauvelin slipped into the room, and the next instant stood calm and impassive by her side.
"You have news for me ?" he said.
An icy mantle seemed to have suddenly settled round Marguerite's shoulders; though her cheeks glowed with fire, she felt chilled and numbed.

Oh, Armand! will you ever know the terrible sacrifice of pride, of dignity, of womanliness a devoted sister is making for your sake?
"Nothing of importance," she said, staring mechanically before her, "but it might prove a clue.

I contrived--no matter how--to detect Sir Andrew Ffoulkes in the very act of burning a paper at one of these candles, in this very room.

That paper I succeeded in holding between my fingers for the space of two minutes, and to cast my eyes on it for that of ten seconds." "Time enough to learn its contents ?" asked Chauvelin, quietly.
She nodded.