occurred.

"I must go," said Miss Montaubyn, limping away from her table. "P'raps
I can 'elp. P'raps you can 'elp, too," as he followed her.

They were met by Glad at the threshold. She had shot back to them,
panting.

"She was blind drunk," she said, "an' she went out to get more. She
tried to cross the street an' fell under a car. She'll be dead in five
minits. I'm goin' for the biby."

Dart saw Miss Montaubyn step back into her room. He turned
involuntarily to look at her.

She stood still a second--so still that it seemed as if she was not
drawing mortal breath. Her astonishing, expectant eyes closed
themselves, and yet in closing spoke expectancy still.

"Speak, Lord," she said softly, but as if she spoke to Something whose
nearness to her was such that her hand might have touched it. "Speak,
Lord, thy servant 'eareth."

Antony Dart almost felt his hair rise. He quaked as she came near, her
poor clothes brushing against him. He drew back to let her pass first,
and followed her leading.

The court was filled with men, women, and children, who surged about the
doorway, talking, crying, and protesting against each other's crowding.
Dart caught a glimpse of a policeman fighting his way through with a