She looked up at his grave, noble countenance, and her lips fluttered as she answered, huskily,—
“I can do nothing for her, and why should I see her die?”
“To whose care was she committed by her dying mother?”
“To mine.”
“Have you faithfully kept the sacred trust?”
“I did all that I could until Miss Jane placed her in the asylum.”
“Does your conscience acquit you?”
She silently dropped her face in her hands, and for some seconds he watched her anxiously.
“Have you and Janet decided what shall be done with Stanley?”