"Christabel, what is the matter? Is Leo ill?"
"No, Leo is well enough. Get up and dress yourself quickly, Jessie. I want you to come with me—on a strange errand; but it is something that must be done, and at once."
"Christabel, you are mad."
"No. I have been mad. I think you must know it—this is the awakening. Come, Jessie."
Jessie had sprung out of bed, and put on slippers and dressing-gown, without taking her eyes off Christabel. Presently she felt her cloak and gown.
"Why, you are wet through. Where have you been?"
"To Angus Hamleigh's grave. Who put that inscription on the cross?"
"I did. Nobody seemed to care about his grave—no one attended to it. I got to think the grave my own property, and that I might do as I liked with it."
"But those awful words! What made you put them there?"
"I wanted the man who killed him to be reminded that there is an Avenger."