They went on and on; she didn’t notice where. At last they stopped before a house and Lawrence got out, pulling her after him; he stumbled up the steps and rang the bell. He stood there waiting, still grasping Rosaleen by the arm, hatless, shivering in the cold mist. At last the door was opened by a servant.
“Here’s a lady to see Mr. Landry!” cried Lawrence, and with a push he sent Rosaleen stumbling inside. Then——
“I give you back your sacrifice!” he called, with a laugh, and was gone, slamming the door behind him. She could hear him shouting with laughter all the way down the steps.
III
Rosaleen stood where she had fallen against the hat rack, while the maid stared at her. She couldn’t speak or move; it came across her mind that perhaps she was dying....
“You better sit down!” said the girl, moved by compassion. “You look sick!”
Rosaleen sank into a carved chair with an enormously high back; and the maid, on her way upstairs to fetch Mr. Landry, looked back and saw her there, erect, her feet modestly crossed, her trembling hands resting on the arms.
But when Nick came rushing down, she had gone.