Between his teeth Keith muttered: “And Laurence?”
“We do never speak of it, we are afraid.”
“He's not told you, then, about the trial?”
Her eyes dilated.
“The trial! Oh! He was strange last night. This morning, too, he got up early. Is it-is it over?”
“Yes.”
“What has come?”
“Guilty.”
For a moment Keith thought she was going to faint. She had closed her eyes, and swayed so that he took a step, and put his hands on her arms.
“Listen!” he said. “Help me; don't let Laurence out of your sight. We must have time. I must see what they intend to do. They can't be going to hang this man. I must have time, I tell you. You must prevent his giving himself up.”