She was tired of life.

She was in a desperate state altogether." "Are you trying to tell me, or rather trying not to tell me, that Beatrice was mad enough to think of committing suicide ?" Elizabeth inquired.
"She was in the frame of mind when such a step was possible," he answered, gravely.

"You remember that night when I first saw you in the chemist's shop across the street?
She had been very ill that evening, very ill indeed.

You could see for yourself the effect meeting you had upon her." Elizabeth nodded, and crumbled a little piece of roll between her fingers.

Then she leaned over the table towards Tavernake.
"She seemed terrified, didn't she?
She hurried you away--she seemed afraid." "It was very noticeable," he admitted.