By and by Arthur started up. “By Jove, I can’t wait any longer. I can’t endure this waiting. I must go in myself,” he cried.
But just at this moment Mrs. Hart issued forth.
Hetzel ran to meet her.
She was paler than ever. Her eyelids were red.
“We may as well drive home,” she said. “She won’t see him.”
“For heaven’s sake, why not?” asked Hetzel.
“I’ll tell you all about it, as we drive along.”
“But how—how shall we break the news to him?”
“You—you’d better speak to him now, before I get in.”
Hetzel approached the carriage window.