"Ah!"

The expletive fell unconsciously. He seemed to be trying to adjust
himself to some mental experience he could neither share with
others nor explain to himself.

"She was here, then?--a woman with a little child? It wasn't an
illusion, a--." Memory was coming back and with it a realisation
of his position. Stopping short, he gazed down from his great
height upon the trembling little body of whose identity he had but
a vague idea, and thundered out in great indignation:

"How dared you! How dared she!" Then as his mind regained its full
poise, "And how, even if you had the temerity to venture an
entrance here, did you manage to pass my gates? They are never
open. Bela sees to that."

Bela!

He may have observed the pallor which blanched her small, tense
features as this name fell so naturally from his lips, or some
instinct of his own may have led him to suspect tragedy where all
was so abnormally still, for, as she watched, she saw his eyes,
fixed up to now upon her face, leave it and pass furtively and
with many hesitations from object to object, towards that spot
behind him, where lay the source of her great terror, if not of
his. So lingeringly and with such dread was this done, that she
could barely hold back her weak woman's scream in the intensity of
her suspense. She knew just where his glances fell without