Margot tottered away, and came again presently with the water.
"I will go for some one to help," Rosalie said, rising to her feet, as she saw Charley come slowly down the staircase, his face white with misery.

She ran and took his arm to help him down.
"No, no, dear Mademoiselle," he said; "I shall be all right presently.
You must get help to carry him up stairs.

Bring the Notary; he and I can carry him up." "You, Monsieur! You--it would kill you! You are terribly hurt." "I must help to carry him, else people will be asking questions," he answered painfully.

"He is going to die.

It must not be known--you understand!" His eyes searched the floor until they found the cross.
Rosalie picked it up with the pincers.