Nor did he quit this attitude, but with eyes still fixed upon the chamber door continued to carry on the broken dialogue that follows, in fearful whispers.
“L. M. Did not you speak?
M. When?
L. M. Now.
M. As I descended?
L. M. Ay.
M. Hark!
Who lies in the second chamber.
L. M. Donaldbain.”
Then for the first time he drew his hands together with the daggers in them, and in the most heart-rending accents exclaimed,