I entered, and went upstairs.

There was a light in your father's study.

I found your father--dead." He fixed care-worn eyes upon her.

"That story sounds incredible, even to you, doesn't it?
But--" "Oh!" That startled cry seemed wrung from her involuntarily.

Then, swiftly, as if her mind had detached itself to look on her own actions that night through his eyes: "You thought, you believed that I--" She checked herself, but her look completed the thought.
"I did not know what to think, but I did not think--that," he gloomily rejoined.