But Nina refused to see Rebecca.

"Tell her," she said to Souchey, "that I cannot see a stranger while my father is lying dead." How often did the idea occur to her, throughout the terrible length of that day, that "he" might come to her?
But he came not.

"So much the better," she said to herself.

"Were he to come, I would not see him." Late in the evening, when the little lamp in the room had been already burning for some hour or two, she called Souchey to her.

"Take this note," she said, "to Anton Trendellsohn." "What! to-night ?" said Souchey, trembling.
"Yes, to-night.