“Come away!” answered Haldane, more sternly. “This is no place for you.”
Santley rose trembling to his feet, and gazed again upon the cold sleeping face and form.
“Leave me! leave me!” he exclaimed, turning wildly towards his torturer. “Leave me alone with her!”
The face of the master of the house became terrible in its sternness, as he responded—
“Command yourself, man, and follow me! You forget yourself. This place is sacred.’
“My office is sacred. I desire you to leave me alone with the dead.”
“And I refuse. I do not want your prayers, nor does she need them. Come!”
With a low moan, Santley turned again towards the bed, stretching out his arms; but this time Haldane interposed, with angry determination—
“Are you mad? I command you to come away.”
“O God! God!”