Helena must have roused her courage, and resisted her terror. I heard her speak:
“Let me by!”
“No.”
Slowly, steadily, in a whisper, Euneece made that reply.
Helena tried once more—still fighting against her own terror: I knew it by the trembling of her voice.
“Let me by,” she repeated; “I am on my way to Philip’s room.”
“You will never enter Philip’s room again.”
“Who will stop me?”
“I will.”
She had spoken in the same steady whisper throughout—but now she moved. I saw her set her foot on the first stair. I saw the horrid glitter in her eyes flash close into Helena’s face. I heard her say: