"Both?"

"Both."

She drooped before him shudderingly, her eyes hidden, as though to exclude
the vision. "She had drowned herself?"

"Yes."

"Oh, poor thing--poor thing!"

They paused awhile, the minutes delving an abyss between them till he threw
a few irrelevant words across the silence.

"One of the gardeners found them."

"Poor thing!"

"It was sufficiently horrible."

"Horrible--oh!" She had swung round again to her pole. "Poor Denis!
_You_ were not there--_you_ didn't have to--?"

"I had to see her." She felt the instant relief in his voice. He could talk
now, could distend his nerves in the warm air of her sympathy. "I had to
identify her." He rose nervously and began to pace the room. "It's knocked
the wind out of me. I--my God! I couldn't foresee it, could I?" He halted
before her with outstretched hands of argument. "I did all I could--it's
not _my_ fault, is it?"