During the last week a fuller state--a greater ceremony--had been observed by Paul's orders, and Steinmetz had thought more than once of that historical event which appealed to his admiration most--the Indian Mutiny.
Maggie was in the drawing-room alone.

She was leaning one hand and arm on the mantel-piece, looking thoughtfully into the fire.

The rustle of silk made her turn her head.

It was Etta, beautifully dressed, with a white face and eyes dull with suspense.
"I think it is warmer to-night," said Maggie, urged by a sudden necessity of speech, hampered by a sudden chill at the heart.
"Yes," answered Etta.

And she shivered.
For a moment there was a little silence and Etta looked at the clock.