"And you who smashed the window-pane while your aunt was throttling me?"
"Yes, it was I, with the paper-weight on the table: I threw it into the street."
"But why? Why?" he asked, in utter amazement.
"Drink the cordial."
"Didn't you want me to die? But then why did you stab me to begin with?"
"Drink the cordial."
He emptied the cup at a draught, without quite knowing the reason of his sudden confidence.
"Dress yourself ... quickly," she commanded, retiring to the window.
He obeyed and she came back to him, for he had dropped into a chair, exhausted.