These words, so solemnly spoken, appeared to give the girl new life and energy.
"Go downstairs," she said; "stop them. You can stop them yet."
"How—what can I say?"
"Tell Grant that the gardener said the tree must be left till spring—bribe old Jarvis to say so—oh, anything, anything; only try, Elizabeth. Save yourself if possible."
The woman walked to the window and looked out.
"They are going," she said.
"Go down!" shrieked Elsie. "Go down, I say!"
Elizabeth took a few steps towards the door—caught sight of her face in the mirror, and stopped appalled at the haggard image reflected there.
"Look at me," she said; "my face tells the whole story."
"There is some rouge in that drawer," said Elsie. "Mrs. Harrington left it. I'll put it on your cheeks."