Her husband and Sydney Westerfield together in the shrubbery--and Sydney crying.

Had Mrs.
Presty's abominable suspicion of them reached their ears?
or ?--No! that second possibility might be estimated at its right value by any other woman; not by Herbert Linley's wife.
She snatched up the newspaper, and fixed her eyes on it in the hope of fixing her mind on it next.

Obstinately, desperately, she read without knowing what she was reading.

The lines of print were beginning to mingle and grow dim, when she was startled by the sudden opening of the door.

She looked round.
Her husband entered the room..