We shall meet again--here in England, or there in Venice where my husband died--and meet for the last time.' In spite of her better sense, in spite of her natural superiority to superstitions of all kinds, Agnes was impressed by the terrible earnestness with which those words were spoken.

She turned pale as she looked at Henry.

'Do you understand her ?' she asked.
'Nothing is easier than to understand her,' he replied contemptuously.
'She knows what has become of Ferrari; and she is confusing you in a cloud of nonsense, because she daren't own the truth.

Let her go!' If a dog had been under one of the chairs, and had barked, Lady Montbarry could not have proceeded more impenetrably with the last words she had to say to Agnes.
'Advise your interesting Mrs.Ferrari to wait a little longer,' she said.

'You will know what has become of her husband, and you will tell her.