“It is you, Miss Wilkins! I am very glad—”
“Dixon!” said she. It was all she could utter.
Mr. Johnson shook his head.
“Ah; that’s a sad piece of business, and I’m afraid it has shortened your visit at Rome.”
“Is he—?”
“Ay, I’m afraid there’s no doubt of his guilt. At any rate, the jury found him guilty, and—”
“And!” she repeated, quickly, sitting down, the better to hear the words that she knew were coming—
“He is condemned to death.”
“When?”
“The Saturday but one after the Judges left the town, I suppose—it’s the usual time.”