"I dare not tell you!" He made one stride forward, caught her by the arm, his eyes glaring like the eyes of a tiger.
"Speak!" he thundered; "or by the Heaven above us, I'll tear it from your throat! Is she with him ?" "She is," cowering, shrinking, trembling.
"Where ?" "On the stone terrace." "How do you know ?" "He returned this afternoon; he sent for me; he told me to tell her to meet him there to-night, about midnight.

She did not think you would return before two or three---- Oh, for pity's sake----" "I'll have their hearts' blood!" he thundered, with an awful oath.
The horrible voice, the horrible oath, was like nothing earthly.

The two women cowered down, too intensely frightened even to scream.

One other listener recoiled in wordless horror.

It was Edwards, the valet.
The madman, goaded to insane fury, had rushed out of the hall--out of the house.