Still he is not softened; and when, the critical moment passed, Carmel rises and totters about the room in her endeavour to fulfil the tasks enjoined upon her by her sister, he gloats over a death which will give him independence and gluts himself with every evil thought which could blind him to the pitiful aspects of a tragedy such as few men in this world could see unmoved.

_A brother_! "But this is not the worst.

The awful cup of human greed and hatred is but filled to the brim; it has not yet overflowed.

Carmel leaves the room; she has a telephonic message to deliver.

She may be gone a minute; she may be gone many.