deceiving you."

"Am I required simply to speak to the fact?" asked Mr. Delamayn. "I
decline to do more."

"You are not wanted to do more."

Listening intently to that interchange of question and answer, Mrs.
Vanborough advanced a step in silence. The high courage that had
sustained her against outrage which had openly declared itself shrank
under the sense of something coming which she had not foreseen. A
nameless dread throbbed at her heart and crept among the roots of her
hair.

Lady Jane handed the certificate to the lawyer.

"In two words, Sir," she said, impatiently, "what is this?"

"In two words, madam," answered Mr. Delamayn; "waste paper."

"He is _not_ married?"

"He is _not_ married."

After a moment's hesitation Lady Jane looked round at Mrs. Vanborough,
standing silent at her side--looked, and started back in terror. "Take
me away!" she cried, shrinking from the ghastly face that confronted her
with the fixed stare of agony in the great, glittering eyes. "Take me
away! That woman will murder me!"