Susannah gazed at her questioningly.
"Could you bear it?"
"I could not bear to stay away," answered Miss Boyle, raising her wan face. "And my lady—hath my lady been?"
"No." Susannah clenched her hands.
"To-morrow they give him a fine funeral, a spectacle for the town; and then my lady will go to ride in the pageant, and weep at the window of her coach."
"You speak bitterly."
"God forgive me, I have no right; but I do not think that she loved him. It was always Marius."
Selina picked up her hat.
"I am going," she said. "And you——"
Their eyes met.