Miss Chressham grasped her arm warmly.
"Hush, my dear, my dear; upstairs, in his bedchamber."
On the wide stairway were, here and there, fallen flowers: a leaf, a fern frond, a rose petal.
On the landing the armour and the enamel ware from the library were piled, and great portfolios of the engravings my lord had always so lavishly bought.
Several people passed them. Susannah glanced away for fear they might know her, but Selina gazed before her as if not aware that any came near.
So they reached the door of my lord's chamber. A woman, flauntingly dressed, came out weeping violently; she dabbed at her eyes and looked round as Miss Boyle stopped.
"Ah, you, ma'am," she said in a hysterical voice.
"You, I remember you! You were in the box with him that night——"
Selina looked at her with expressionless eyes, but Susannah spoke.