‘Something terrible has happened.’
‘Indeed!’
The dramatist pushed his papers aside, and arose trembling to his feet.
‘Mr. Forster——’
There she paused.
‘Not ill, I hope?’
‘Oh, no, no. But I have just left him. He was at Mr. Serena’s, and he came part of the way home.’
‘Yes. Pray go on.’
‘Oh, I was afraid of it!’ cried Madeline, with a sob. ‘I should have avoided him!—and yet, at first, I could not believe it possible.’
‘Do explain!’ cried White, in hopeless perplexity.