He knew what Judas had been, now, and what he had felt.
He did not know how long he stood there.

It might have been a quarter of an hour or more; but though he watched the clock's face, his eyes saw no movement of the hands upon the dial.

It seemed to him that the room was dark.
Then the door opened again, and he started and looked round, fearing lest Veronica might have come back--or her ghost, for he felt as though he had killed her with his hands.

But it was Matilde Macomer.

She glanced round the room and saw that Veronica was gone.
"Well ?" she asked, coming swiftly forward to where Bosio was standing, pale as death under her rouge.
He faced her stupidly, with heavy eyes, like a man drunk.
"It is all over" he said slowly.
She started forward, not understanding him.
"Over?
Broken off ?" she cried, in horror.
"Oh no!" he answered with a choking laugh, bad to hear.