"Yes, he has promised."
Elizabeth sank in a chair, so broken down by agony that it might have softened the heart of her deadliest enemy could he have seen her then.
"Saved again!" cried Elsie. "Don't despair, Bessie—it will all end right."
"Saved!" repeated Elizabeth. "Have you thought what must be done before I can breathe again?"
Elsie gave a cry and hid her face.
"Be still!" said Elizabeth. "I will do it—be still!"
"Don't let me know—don't tell me—I should die of fright!"
"Think of me, then," she returned. "In the night—alone with that——what can I do?"
Elsie interrupted her with another cry and her old appealing wail.
"You are killing me! You are killing me!"