or even for sympathy.

.

." Tears now refused to be held back.

All her trouble, her struggles, the awful uncertainty of Armand's fate overwhelmed her.

She tottered, ready to fall, and leaning against the tone balustrade, she buried her face in her hands and sobbed bitterly.
At first mention of Armand St.Just's name and of the peril in which he stood, Sir Percy's face had become a shade more pale; and the look of determination and obstinacy appeared more marked than ever between his eyes.