"Ah, Rose! Rose!"
My lady could sleep—Selina could take up her life saying, "It is over——"
"But what for me?" cried Susannah Chressham through her clenched fingers.
The door opened softly. She lifted dazed eyes and dropped her hands to her lap.
It was Marius Lyndwood who entered—Marius, plainly dressed and dusty, pale and weary-looking, of an infinitely quieter and older aspect than formerly.
They looked at each other, and she rose.
"I am glad you have come," she said simply.
"Susannah!"
Her eyes widened; he knew, he was the one person in all the world who knew.