The landlady was in the room at a stride. She had been standing, listening and quivering, behind the door.
In another moment Greta hurried down-stairs, and hastened to Paul's side.
Paul was leaning against the wall, his face buried in his hands.
"Take him away," he groaned, "before I rue the day that I saw him!"
Hugh Ritson rose to his feet.
"Paul, what has happened?" cried Greta.
"Take him away."
And still Paul covered his eyes from the sight of what he had done and had been tempted to do.
"Hugh, what is it?"
Hugh Ritson stepped to the door.