His lips, a moment ago masterful with unreasoning vitality, no longer troubled her.
"Freddy!" she sobbed. "I'm sorry—"
He crumpled at her feet.
Near the water, spilled from the vase of roses, a darker stain spread.
She screamed.
"What's the matter? Freddy! I'm sorry—Say something—Pray!"
She stumbled to her knees by the dead man. Her desolate cries fled ceaselessly through the open window.