“I do.”
“Are you satisfied?”
He made no reply.
“You do not answer.”
“You have deceived me often, and may be deceiving me now,” he rejoined.
She uttered something like a groan, and then said: “I cannot blame your incredulity. But keep the will—keep it securely. It will soon come into operation.”
“I cannot misunderstand the dark hint you have just thrown out,” cried Chetwynd. “You have swallowed poison.”
“Seek to know no more,” she rejoined. “You had best remain in ignorance.”
“Instant assistance must be obtained!” he cried. “You must not die thus!”
“Nothing will save me,” she replied.