The twilight came stealing into the room in which Mrs. Snarle and Daisy were sitting. The food on the supper table remained untouched. Neither of them had spoken for the last half hour; the twilight grew denser and denser, and the shadows on their faces deepened. Daisy had told her mother all—the search of the officers for the necklace, her visit to the Tombs, and Mortimer's protestation of innocence. Mrs. Snarle never doubted it for a moment; but she saw how strong their evidence might be against him.
"God only knows how it will end, Daisy."
"As God wills it, mother!"
As these words were said, a shadow fell across the entry, and a pair of arms was thrown tenderly around Daisy's neck.
"Mortimer!"
XV.
Quin.—Is all our company here?