“Orizaba? In my rooms? How is that?” asked Danton in well-simulated surprise.
“I do not know how it is, sir, only that he is there; but that is not all, sir.”
“Well? What more?”
“He is in the big chair near the south window, sir. I supposed he was sleeping, and, knowing that you would be offended if you returned and discovered him there, I sought to awaken him, sir.”
“Sought to awaken him! Why didn’t you do it?”
“He would not awaken, sir.”
“What the devil do you mean, Rogers?”
“He would not wake up, because he could not, sir. He is dead.”
“Dead! Good heavens! You must be mistaken!”
“He is dead, sir; and quite cold. I saw you as you approached the house, almost at the same moment that I discovered him, sir, and so I came directly to you. Will you tell me what to do next, sir?”