Then she threw up her veil, revealing a haggard face and red eyes, swollen with weeping, and filled with an expression of terror.
"Sakes alive! isn't this awful ?" she wailed, making a clutch at Miss Vrain's arm.

"You've done it, this time, Diana.

Ferruci's dead, and your father alive, and I'm not a widow, and my father away I don't know where! I was told that the police were after me, so I'm clearing out." "Clearing out, Mrs.Vrain ?" repeated Diana, stiffly.
"I should think so!" sobbed Lydia.

"I don't want to stay and be put in gaol, though what I've done to be put in gaol for, I don't know." "What ?" cried Lucian indignantly.

"You don't know--when this abominable conspiracy is----" "I know nothing of the conspiracy," interrupted Lydia.
"Did you not get Ferruci to put your husband into an asylum ?" "I?
I did nothing of the sort.