Go, if you will, into yonder room'-- he pointed to a door near by--' and when she descends (I have but to call), you shall see her undisturbed.' For a moment Basil sat motionless; then, without a word, he rose and went whither Venantius directed him.

But a few minutes passed before he saw Veranilda enter.

She was clad for travel, a veil over her face; this, and the shadow in which Basil stood, made her at first unaware of his presence, for Venantius had only requested her to enter this room until the carriage was ready.

Standing with bowed head, she sobbed.
'Why do you weep ?' demanded an abrupt voice, which made her draw back trembling.
Basil moved a little towards her.
'You weep for _him_ ?' he added in the same pitiless tone.
'For him, for you, and for myself, alas! alas!' The subdued anguish of her voice did not touch Basil.

He burned with hatred of her and of the dead man.
'Shed no tears for me.