Not two months a wife, and his love and trust gone forever.

May Heaven pity me, for there is none on earth!" There was a tap at the door.

Lady Kingsland had learned to know that soft, light tap.
"Come in," she said; and Sybilla entered.
She did not pause at the closed door as usual; she glided noiselessly across the room and stood beside her.

So like a ghost she came, her dead-black garments making no rustle, her footfall making no sound, her white face awfully corpse-like in the spectral light, her black eyes glowing like a cat's in the dark; my lady shrunk in absolute affright.
"Don't come any nearer!" she cried, putting out her hands.

"What do you want ?" "I have seen Mr.Parmalee, my lady." Her tones were the same as usual--respectful.