James Marsh appeared at the top of the staircase, and after glancing furtively around, as if to make sure that his wife and stepson were alone, he slowly descended and came toward where they were standing.
He was pale and his manner was greatly agitated. Deep lines furrowed his face as if he had passed nights without sleep. He must have been aware that his wife and stepson were in the asylum, for he evinced no surprise at seeing them. On the contrary, he seemed relieved. Advancing quickly he held out his hand to his wife:
"Amelia!" he exclaimed imploringly.
"Don't address me!" said Mrs. Marsh indignantly. "Don't come near me, you——"
"Amelia!" he repeated.
"What do you want here?" she demanded.
"There's a preliminary examination before the trial. Mr. Cooley and I have to be present. But what has that to do with it? I want you to come back to me."
"No!" she said positively.
"Do you mean to say you've left me for good?"
"I do! I won't listen to you while that girl remains in this dreadful place!"