They sat down in the chamber, and for some little time there was scarce a word spoken.

At length Madam Broadstreet, turning to her husband and laying her hand on his arm, as was her loving manner, asked him if it was indeed all over.

'The woman is dead,' said he; 'but I marvel, Anne, to see you so troubled about her.

Her blood is upon her own head, for we did by no means seek her life.

She hath trodden under foot our laws, and misused our great forbearance, so that we could do no otherwise than we have done.