Treat Miriam well, and you've seen and heard the last of me; let me hear a word--But I've told you that already; and you're not likely to forget it.

A coward like you will think of his skin before anything else." Heyton's teeth closed on his under-lip and he glanced at the window; Dene saw the glance and understood it; with a gesture of infinite scorn he sauntered slowly to the door, Heyton following him with clenched hands, the veins swelling in his forehead, his face livid.
As the door closed behind Dene, Heyton sprang towards the bell; his finger touched it, but he did not press it, and, with an oath, he sank into his chair and mopped his face.
Five minutes later, the woman whom Celia had seen in the corridor entered the room.

She was a pretty, graceful woman, little more than a girl; but the beauty of the face was marred by a weak mouth and chin.
She was exquisitely dressed, her fingers were covered with rings, and diamonds glittered on her snowy neck.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were swollen with weeping; and it was with something like a sob that she said, as she stood at the table and looked down at the sullen, ghastly face of her husband:-- "Someone has been here--just gone; I heard a footstep; I know it.
Derrick has been here." He would have lied to her if he had thought she would have believed the lie.
"Yes," he said.

"He has just gone.