Come, come! What is it ?" Anne tried to tell her, but could not.

The very utterance of her fears was more than she could accomplish in her present state.

Words failed her.
Mrs.Errol said no more, but presently she went quietly away, leaving her alone in the firelight, chafing but impotent.
She was soon back again, however, and a muffled word on the threshold told Anne that she was not alone.

She turned her head sharply on the pillow regardless of wrenched muscles, hoping against hope.

But she looked in vain for her husband's tall figure, and a sigh that was almost a groan escaped her.