"I think she has something she wants to say to me," said Marjorie to Enoch and Peggie Jones, who were standing by the window; "if you would like to rest for a little, I will take care of her."
"Don't you mind being left, Miss?" said Peggy.
"Oh no, not at all; and I will call you if she is worse."
"Rap on that wall," said Peggy; "my bed is just on the other side of it, and I'll be with you in a moment. Our house joins this, you know."
They left the room together and went down the steep stairs, and presently Marjorie heard them closing the outer door, and she knew that she was alone in the house with the dying woman.
"Are they gone, my dear?" she asked.
"Yes, they are gone," said Marjorie.
"Are we quite alone?"
"Yes, quite alone."
"You know what you said about confessing?"