charge of his wife. His last words were:

'Remember, you must humour her till I come in the morning, or till some
other doctor has her case in hand. What you have to dread is another
attack of emotion. See that she is kept warm. Nothing more can be done.'

Late in the evening, when the rest of the household had retired,
Geoffrey's wife got up from her bed and called to her husband.

'Come!' she said. 'Come to the old hall! I know where the gold comes
from! I want to see it grow!'

Geoffrey would fain have stopped her, but he feared for her life or
reason on the one hand, and lest in a paroxysm she should shriek out her
terrible suspicion, and seeing that it was useless to try to prevent
her, wrapped a warm rug around her and went with her to the old hall.
When they entered, she turned and shut the door and locked it.

'We want no strangers amongst us three tonight!' she whispered with a
wan smile.

'We three! nay we are but two,' said Geoffrey with a shudder; he feared
to say more.

'Sit here,' said his wife as she put out the light. 'Sit here by the
hearth and watch the gold growing. The silver moonlight is jealous! See,
it steals along the floor towards the gold--our gold!' Geoffrey looked
with growing horror, and saw that during the hours that had passed the
golden hair had protruded further through the broken hearth-stone. He
tried to hide it by placing his feet over the broken place; and his