“There is,” she said hoarsely; “and they’ve come to bring the news.”
She clung to me spasmodically, but loosed me directly after, as she said quietly: “I can bear it now.”
I ran down softly, and opened the door to admit the wandering husband; but to my astonishment, in place of Revitts, there stood Stephen Hallett.
“Hallett!” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” he said. “I saw a light in the rooms. Is Revitts there?”
“No,” I said. “Not yet.”
“On duty?”
“No; he was married to-day.”
“Yes, yes,” he said, in a strange tone of voice. “I remember now. Who is upstairs?”
“Mrs Revitts—Mary.”