"And what may I do for my friend?" asked Ensal soothingly, when the two had taken seats facing each other.
Earl placed an elbow on his knee, using his hand as a rest for his throbbing temples. Turning his eyes full in the direction of Ensal, as if searching for the very bottom of the latter's soul, he said,
"Have you read the morning paper?"
"No," replied Ensal.
"Read," said Earl, taking a paper from his pocket and handing it to Ensal.
"My God! This cannot be true!" exclaimed Ensal in tones of horror, as he read the detailed account of the Maulville burning. He arose and strode to and fro across the room.
"Never in all my wide range of reading have I ever come across a more reprehensible occurrence," muttered he.
"Listen," said Earl, in the tone of one having more to add.
Ensal paused in his walking and unconsciously lifted his hand as though to ward off a blow.
"The man and his wife who were burned at the stake were Bud and Foresta."