She was at an up-stairs window; she saw him alight; she guessed
the truth with an instinctive flash. She stood in the middle of
the drawing-room, as if arrested in her first impulse to rush
downstairs, and as if by the same restraining thought she had
been turned to stone; so white and immoveable was she.
'Oh! don't tell me! I know it from your face! You would have
sent--you would not have left him--if he were alive! Oh papa,
papa!'