Now he caught from her something of her uneasiness.

But he would not yield to it, and by the end of dinner he had, for the while at any rate, banished it from both their minds.
Then when he awoke that night, quietly, at the turning hour, he heard Olivia crying very softly.
He put his arm round her and said seriously "What is it, darling?
What's the matter ?" "Oh, why ever did you kill him ?" she wailed.

"He--he wasn't worth it.

And I'd have come to you without.

And we might have been so happy!" Grey, with a start, sat bolt upright, and in a tone of the last astonishment stammered: "K-K-Kill him?
Me?
B-B-But I thought you k-k-killed him!" He had never been so taken aback in his life.
Olivia sat bolt upright in her turn.
"Me ?" she said in an astonishment fully as great as his.