Presently he saw the curtain of the window
raised, and against the dim light of the room was outlined the figure of
his wife. He knew it. She stood for a moment looking out into the
night. She could not see him, nor could he see her features at all
plainly, but he knew that she, like him, was alone with the catastrophe
which his wickedness had sent upon her. Soon the curtain was drawn down
again, and then he went once more to the house and took his old seat
beside the table. He fell to brooding, and at last, exhausted, dropped
to a troubled sleep. He woke with a start. Some one was in the room.
He heard a step behind him. He came to his feet quickly, a wild light in
his eyes. He faced his brother Richard.
Late in the afternoon Marion had telegraphed to Richard that Frank was
coming. He had been away visiting some poor and sick people, and when he
came back to Greyhope it was too late to catch the train. But the horses
were harnessed straightway, and he was driven into town, a three-hours'
drive.
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