“I was thinking as you drove up that perhaps it would have been a kinder act to have left you to die in your unconsciousness.”
“What’s the matter?” said Ezra, greatly startled by her words.
“I have bad news,” said Madame.
“Is it Olive?” asked Ezra, hoarsely.
“Yes, it is Olive.”
“Is she ill?”
“Worse than that.”
“My God, is my wife dead?” cried Ezra in a stifled whisper.
“Worse than that.”
“There can’t be worse,” said Ezra.