I must see that journal directly.

I will go to the baroness.

I shall excuse her less than you would." He was scarcely gone when a cry of horror filled the room, a cry as of madness falling like a thunderbolt on a human mind.

It was Josephine, who up to this had not uttered one word.

But now she stood, white as a corpse, in the middle of the room, and wrung her hands.