The deep color flows into her cheeks, then recedes again, leaving her pale as marble.
"I cannot deny it," she murmurs, in a crushed voice.
"Then you changed your mind, as it is a lady's privilege to do, and left him. He was very angry, and used threats toward you," the coroner pursues, politely.
"Yes," Miss Langton answers, in the same low, sad voice.
"Of what nature were those threats?" they ask her.
"He threatened to destroy himself if I did not become his wife, but, oh, I did not believe it, really—I thought he was only trying to frighten me into compliance with his wish," she cries, while a look of regret and sorrow transforms this fair, beautiful face. A hum of surprise goes through the eager throng of listeners.
"Do you believe that he really killed himself?"
"Yes; how else should he have met his death?" she inquired, fixing a look of grave wonder upon him.
A slight whisper goes through the crowd again—some shrug their shoulders.
The coroner pursues without answering her question: