blood on her face.

'God save us!' he cried, lifting her down; 'what's come t' ye, and
where's the nugget?' seeing it was not in the trap.

'Lost!' she said, in a stupor, feeling her head swimming, 'but
there's worse.'

'Worse?' echoed Selina and Archie, who were both standing looking
terrified at one another.

'Yes,' said Mrs Villiers, in a hollow whisper, leaning forward and
grasping Archie's coat, 'I've killed my husband,' and without
another word, she fell fainting to the ground.

At the same time Vandeloup and Pierre walked into the bar at the
Wattle Tree Hotel, and each had a glass of brandy, after which
Pierre went to his bed, and Vandeloup, humming a gay song, turned on
his heel and went to the theatre.




CHAPTER XIII

A GLIMPSE OF BOHEMIA


'AH!' says Thackeray, pathetically, 'Prague is a pleasant city, but
we all lose our way to it late in life.'