"Ido，Ido！"hecried；"butoh，Ihavenowife！Ihavenowife！"
　　TantSanniewasmuchaffected，andcameandstoodnearthebed。
　　"Askhimifhewon’thavealittlepap——nice，fine，flourpap。Thereissomeboilingonthekitchenfire。"
　　TheGermanmadetheproposal，butthewidowerwavedhishand。
　　"No，nothingshallpassmylips。Ishouldbesuffocated。No，no！Speaknotoffoodtome！"
　　"Pap，andalittlebrandyin，"saidTantSanniecoaxingly。
　　Bonapartecaughttheword。
　　"Perhaps，perhaps——ifIstruggledwithmyself——forthesakeofmydutiesI
　　mightimbibeafewdrops，"hesaid，lookingwithquiveringlipupintotheGerman’sface。"Imustdomyduty，mustInot？"
　　TantSanniegavetheorder，andthegirlwentforthepap。
　　"Iknowhowitwaswhenmyfirsthusbanddied。Theycoulddonothingwithme，"theBoer—womansaid，"tillIhadeatenasheep’strotter，andhoney，andalittleroaster—cake。Iknow。"
　　Bonapartesatuponthebedwithhislegsstretchedoutinfrontofhim，andahandoneachknee，blubberingsoftly。
　　"Oh，shewasawoman！Youareverykindtotryandcomfortme，butshewasmywife。ForawomanthatismywifeIcouldlive；forthewomanthatismywifeIcoulddie！ForawomanthatismywifeIcould——Ah！thatsweetword"wife"；whenwillitrestuponmylipsagain？"
　　Whenhisfeelingshadsubsidedalittleheraisedthecornersofhisturned—downmouth，andspoketotheGermanwithflabbylips。
　　"Doyouthinksheunderstandsme？Oh，tellhereveryword，thatshemayknowIthankher。"
　　Atthatinstantthegirlreappearedwithabasinofsteaminggruelandablackbottle。
　　TantSanniepouredsomeofitscontentsintothebasin，stirreditwell，andcametothebed。
　　"Oh，Ican’t，Ican’t！Ishalldie！Ishalldie！"saidBonaparte，puttinghishandstohisside。
　　"Come，justalittle，"saidTantSanniecoaxingly；"justadrop。"
　　"It’stoothick，it’stoothick。Ishouldchoke。"
　　TantSannieaddedfromthecontentsofthebottleandheldoutaspoonful；
　　Bonaparteopenedhismouthlikealittlebirdwaitingforaworm，andhelditopen，asshedippedagainandagainintothepap。
　　"Ah，thiswilldoyourheartgood，"saidTantSannie，inwhosemindtherelativefunctionsofheartandstomachwereexceedinglyill—defined。
　　Whenthebasinwasemptiedtheviolenceofhisgriefwasmuchassuaged；helookedatTantSanniewithgentletears。
　　"Tellhim，"saidtheBoer—woman，"thatIhopehewillsleepwell，andthattheLordwillcomforthim，astheLordonlycan。"
　　"Blessyou，dearfriend，Godblessyou，"saidBonaparte。
　　WhenthedoorwassafelyshutontheGerman，theHottentot，andtheDutchwoman，hegotoffthebedandwashedawaythesoaphehadrubbedonhiseyelids。
　　"Bon，"hesaid，slappinghisleg，"you’rethecutestladIevercameacross。Ifyoudon’tturnouttheoldHymns—and—prayers，andpummeltheRaggedcoat，andgetyourarmsroundthefatone’swaistandawedding—ringonherfinger，thenyouarenotBonaparte。ButyouareBonaparte。Bon，you’reafineboy！"
　　Makingwhichpleasingreflection，hepulledoffhistrousersandgotintobedcheerfully。
　　Chapter1。VII。HeSetsHisTrap。
　　"MayIcomein？IhopeIdonotdisturbyou，mydearfriend，"saidBonaparte，lateoneevening，puttinghisnoseinatthecabindoor，wheretheGermanandhissonsatfinishingtheirsupper。
　　ItwasnowtwomonthssincehehadbeeninstalledasschoolmasterinTantSannie’shousehold，andhehadgrownmightyandmoremightydaybyday。Hevisitedthecabinnomore，satclosetoTantSanniedrinkingcoffeealltheevening，andwalkedaboutloftilywithhishandsunderthecoat—tailsoftheGerman’sblackclothandfailedtoseeevenaniggerwhowishedhimadeferentialgoodmorning。ItwasthereforewithnosmallsurprisethattheGermanperceivedBonaparte’srednoseatthedoor。
　　"Walkin，walkin，"hesaidjoyfully。"Boy，boy，seeifthereisanycoffeeleft。Well，none。Makeafire。Wehavedonesupper，but——"
　　"Mydearfriend，"saidBonaparte，takingoffhishat，"Icamenottosup，notformerecreaturecomforts，butforanhourofbrotherlyintercoursewithakindredspirit。Thepressofbusinessandtheweightofthought，buttheyalone，maysometimespreventmefromsharingthesecretsofmybosomwithhimforwhomIhavesogreatasympathy。YouperhapswonderwhenIshallreturnthetwopounds——"
　　"Oh，no，no！Makeafire，makeafire，boy。Wewillhaveapotofhotcoffeepresently，"saidtheGerman，rubbinghishandsandlookingabout，notknowinghowbesttoshowhispleasureattheunexpectedvisit。
　　ForthreeweekstheGerman’sdiffident"Goodevening"hadmetwithastatelybow；thechinofBonaparteliftingitselfhigherdaily；andhisshadowhadnotdarkenedthecabindoorwaysincehecametoborrowthetwopounds。TheGermanwalkedtotheheadofthebedandtookdownabluebagthathungthere。BluebagswereaspecialityoftheGerman’s。Hekeptabovefiftystowedawayindifferentcornersofhisroom——somefilledwithcuriousstones，somewithseedsthathadbeeninhispossessionfifteenyears，somewithrustynails，buckles，andbitsofoldharness——inall，awonderfulassortment，buthighlyprized。
　　"Wehavesomethingherenotsobad，"saidtheGerman，smilingknowingly，ashedivedhishandintothebagandtookoutahandfulofalmondsandraisins；"Ibuytheseformychickens。Theyincreaseinsize，buttheystillthinktheoldmanmusthavesomethingniceforthem。Andtheoldman——well，abigboymayhaveasweettoothsometimes，mayhenot？Ha，ha！"saidtheGerman，chucklingathisownjoke，asheheapedtheplatewithalmonds。"Hereisastone——twostonestocrackthem——nolatepatentimprovement——well，Adam’snut—cracker；ha，ha！ButIthinkweshalldo。
　　Wewillnotleavethemuncracked。Wewillconsumeafewwithoutfashionableimprovements。"
　　HeretheGermansatdownononesideofthetable，Bonaparteontheother；
　　eachonewithacoupleofflatstonesbeforehim，andtheplatebetweenthem。
　　"Donotbeafraid，"saidtheGerman，"donotbeafraid。Idonotforgettheboyatthefire；Icrackforhim。Thebagisfull。Why，thisisstrange，"hesaidsuddenly，crackinguponalargenut；"threekernels！I
　　havenotobservedthatbefore。Thismustberetained。Thisisvaluable。"
　　Hewrappedthenutgravelyinpaper，andputitcarefullyinhiswaistcoatpocket。"Valuable，veryvaluable！"hesaid，shakinghishead。
　　"Ah，myfriend，"saidBonaparte，"whatjoyitistobeoncemoreinyoursociety。"
　　TheGerman’seyesglistened，andBonaparteseizedhishandandsqueezeditwarmly。Theythenproceededtocrackandeat。AfterawhileBonapartesaid，stuffingahandfulofraisinsintohismouth：
　　"Iwassodeeplygrieved，mydearfriend，thatyouandTantSanniehadsomeslightunpleasantnessthisevening。"
　　"Oh，no，no，"saidtheGerman；"itisallrightnow。Afewsheepmissing；
　　butImakeitgoodmyself。Igivemytwelvesheep，andworkintheothereight。"
　　"Itisratherhardthatyoushouldhavetomakegoodthelostsheep，saidBonaparte；"itisnofaultofyours。"
　　"Well，"saidtheGerman，"thisisthecase。LasteveningIcountthesheepatthekraal——twentyaremissing。Iasktheherd；hetellsmetheyarewiththeotherflock；hetellsmesodistinctly；howcanIthinkhelies？
　　ThisafternoonIcounttheotherflock。Thesheeparenotthere。Icomebackhere：theherdisgone；thesheeparegone。ButIcannot——no，Iwillnot——believehestolethem，"saidtheGerman，growingsuddenlyexcited。
　　"Someoneelse，butnothe。Iknowthatboy。Iknewhimthreeyears。Heisagoodboy。Ihaveseenhimdeeplyaffectedonaccountofhissoul。
　　Andshewouldsendthepoliceafterhim！IsayIwouldrathermakethelossgoodmyself。Iwillnothaveit；hehasfledinfear。Iknowhisheart。Itwas，"saidtheGerman，withalittlegentlehesitation，"undermywordsthathefirstfelthisneedofaSaviour。"
　　Bonapartecrackedsomemorealmonds，thensaid，yawning，andmoreasthoughheaskedforthesakeofhavingsomethingtoconverseaboutthanfromanyinteresthefeltinthesubject：
　　"Andwhathasbecomeoftheherd’swife？"
　　TheGermanwasalightagaininamoment。
　　"Yes；hiswife。Shehasachildsixdaysold，andTantSanniewouldturnheroutintothefieldsthisnight。That，"saidtheGermanrising，"thatiswhatIcallcruelty——diabolicalcruelty。Mysoulabhorsthatdeed。ThemanthatcoulddosuchathingIcouldrunhimthroughwithaknife！"saidtheGerman，hisgreyeyesflashing，andhisbushyblackbeardaddingtothemurderousfuryofhisaspect。Thensuddenlysubsiding，hesaid，"Butallisnowwell；TantSanniegivesherwordthatthemaidshallremainforsomedays。IgotoOomMuller’stomorrowtolearnifthesheepmaynotbethere。Iftheyarenot，thenIreturn。Theyaregone，thatisall。I
　　makeitgood。"
　　"TantSannieisasingularwoman，"saidBonaparte，takingthetobaccobagtheGermanpassedtohim。
　　"Singular！Yes，"saidtheGerman；"butherheartisonherrightside。I
　　havelivedlongyearswithher，andImaysay，Ihaveforheranaffection，whichshereturns。Imaysay，"addedtheGermanwithwarmth，"Imaysay，thatthereisnotonesoulonthisfarmforwhomIhavenotanaffection。"
　　"Ah，myfriend，"saidBonaparte，"whenthegraceofGodisinourhearts，isitnotwithusall？Dowenotlovetheverywormwetreadupon，andaswetreaduponit？Doweknowdistinctionsofrace，orofsex，orofcolour？No！
　　"’Lovesoamazing，sodivine，Itfillsmysoul，mylife，myall。’"
　　Afteratimehesankintoalessferventmood，andremarked：
　　"ThecolouredfemalewhowaitsuponTantSannieappearstobeofavirtuousdisposition，anindividualwho——"
　　"Virtuous！"saidtheGerman；"Ihaveconfidenceinher。Thereisthatinherwhichispure，thatwhichisnoble。Therichandhighthatwalkthisearthwithloftyeyelidsmightexchangewithher。"
　　TheGermanheregotuptobringacoalforBonaparte’spipe，andtheysattogethertalkingforawhile。AtlengthBonaparteknockedtheashesoutofhispipe。
　　"ItistimethatItookmydeparture，dearfriend，"hesaid；"but，beforeI
　　doso，shallwenotclosethiseveningofsweetcommunionandbrotherlyintercoursebyafewwordsofprayer？Oh，howgoodandhowpleasantathingitisforbrethrentodwelltogetherinunity！ItislikethedewuponthemountainsofHermon；fortheretheLordbestowedablessing，evenlifeforevermore。"
　　"Stayanddrinksomecoffee，"saidtheGerman。
　　"No，thankyou，myfriend；Ihavebusinessthatmustbedonetonight，"saidBonaparte。"Yourdearsonappearstohavegonetosleep。Heisgoingtotakethewagontothemilltomorrow！Whatalittlemanheis。"
　　"Afineboy。"
　　Butthoughtheboynoddedbeforethefirehewasnotasleep；andtheyallkneltdowntopray。
　　WhentheyrosefromtheirkneesBonaparteextendedhishandtoWaldo，andpattedhimonthehead。
　　"Goodnight，mylad，"saidhe。"Asyougotothemilltomorrow，weshallnotseeyouforsomedays。Goodnight！Good—bye！TheLordblessandguideyou；andmayHebringyoubacktousinsafetyandfindusallasyouhaveleftus！"Helaidsomeemphasisonthelastwords。"Andyou，mydearfriend，"headded，turningwithredoubledwarmthtotheGerman，"long，longshallIlookbacktothiseveningasatimeofrefreshingfromthepresenceoftheLord，asanhourofblessedintercoursewithabrotherinJesus。
　　Maysuchoftenreturn。TheLordblessyou！"headded，withyetdeeperfervour，"richly，richly。"
　　Thenheopenedthedoorandvanishedoutintothedarkness。
　　"He，he，he！"laughedBonaparte，ashestumbledoverthestones。"Ifthereisn’ttherarestlotoffoolsonthisfarmthateverGodAlmightystucklegsto。He，he，he！Whenthewormscomeoutthentheblackbirdsfeed。
　　Ha，ha，ha！"Thenhedrewhimselfup；evenwhenalonehelikedtoposewithacertaindignity；itwassecondnaturetohim。
　　Helookedinatthekitchendoor。TheHottentotmaidwhoactedasinterpreterbetweenTantSannieandhimselfwasgone，andTantSannieherselfwasinbed。
　　"Nevermind，Bon，myboy，"hesaid，ashewalkedroundtohisownroom，"tomorrowwilldo。He，he，he！"
　　Chapter1。VIII。HeCatchestheOldBird。
　　Atfouro’clockthenextafternoontheGermanrodeacrosstheplain，returningfromhissearchforthelostsheep。Herodeslowly，forhehadbeeninthesaddlesincesunriseandwassomewhatweary，andtheheatoftheafternoonmadehishorsesleepyasitpickeditswayslowlyalongthesandyroad。Everynowandthenagreatredspiderwouldstartoutofthekarooononesideofthepathandrunacrosstotheother，butnothingelsebrokethestillmonotony。Presently，behindoneofthehighestofthemilk—bushesthatdottedtheroadside，theGermancaughtsightofaKafferwoman，seatedthereevidentlyforsuchshadowasthemilk—bushmightaffordfromtheslopingraysofthesun。
　　TheGermanturnedthehorse’sheadoutoftheroad。Itwasnothiswaytopassalivingcreaturewithoutawordofgreeting。Comingnearer，hefounditwasnootherthanthewifeoftheabscondingKafferherd。Shehadababytiedonherbackbyadirtystripofredblanket；anotherstriphardlylargerwastwistedroundherwaist，fortherestherblackbodywasnaked。
　　Shewasasullen，ill—lookingwomanwithlipshideouslyprotruding。
　　TheGermanquestionedherastohowshecamethere。ShemutteredinbrokenDutchthatshehadbeenturnedaway。Hadshedoneevil？Sheshookherheadsullenly。Hadshehadfoodgivenher？Shegruntedanegative，andfannedthefliesfromherbaby。Tellingthewomantoremainwhereshewas，heturnedhishorse’sheadtotheroadandrodeoffatafuriouspace。
　　"Hard—hearted！cruel！Oh，myGod！Isthistheway？Isthischarity？"
　　"Yes，yes，yes，"ejaculatedtheoldmanasherodeon；but，presently，hisangerbegantoevaporate，hishorse’spaceslackened，andbythetimehehadreachedhisowndoorhewasnoddingandsmiling。
　　Dismountingquickly，hewenttothegreatchestwherehisprovisionswerekept。Herehegotoutalittlemeal，alittlemealies，afewroaster—
　　cakes。Thesehetiedupinthreebluehandkerchiefs，andputtingthemintoasailclothbag，hestrungthemoverhisshoulders。Thenhelookedcircumspectlyoutatthedoor。Itwasverybadtobediscoveredintheactofgiving；itmadehimreduptotherootsofhisoldgrizzledhair。Noonewasabout，however，soherodeoffagain。Besidethemilk—bushsattheKafferwomanstill——likeHagar，hethought，thrustoutbyhermistressinthewildernesstodie。Tellinghertoloosenthehandkerchieffromherhead，hepouredintoitthecontentsofhisbag。Thewomantieditupinsullensilence。
　　"Youmusttryandgettothenextfarm，"saidtheGerman。
　　Thewomanshookherhead；shewouldsleepinthefield。
　　TheGermanreflected。Kafferwomenwereaccustomedtosleepintheopenair；butthen，thechildwassmall，andaftersohotadaythenightmightbechilly。Thatshewouldcreepbacktothehutsatthehomesteadwhenthedarknessfavouredher，theGerman’ssagacitydidnotmakeevidenttohim。
　　Hetookofftheoldbrownsalt—and—peppercoat，andhelditouttoher。
　　Thewomanreceiveditinsilence，andlaiditacrossherknee。"Withthattheywillsleepwarmly；notsobad。Ha，ha！"saidtheGerman。Andherodehome，noddinghisheadinamannerthatwouldhavemadeanyothermandizzy。
　　"Iwishhewouldnotcomebacktonight，"saidEm，herfacewetwithtears。
　　"Itwillbejustthesameifhecomesbacktomorrow，"saidLyndall。
　　ThetwogirlssatonthestepofthecabinweepingfortheGerman’sreturn。
　　Lyndallshadedhereyeswithherhandfromthesunsetlight。
　　"Therehecomes，"shesaid，"whistling’AchJerusalemduschone’soloudI
　　canhearhimfromhere。"
　　"Perhapshehasfoundthesheep。"
　　"Foundthem！"saidLyndall。"Hewouldwhistlejustsoifheknewhehadtodietonight。"
　　"Youlookatthesunset，eh，chickens？"theGermansaid，ashecameupatasmartcanter。"Ah，yes，thatisbeautiful！"headded，ashedismounted，pausingforamomentwithhishandonthesaddletolookattheeveningsky，wherethesunshotuplongflamingstreaks，betweenwhichandtheeyethinyellowcloudsfloated。"Ei！youweep？"saidtheGerman，asthegirlsranuptohim。
　　BeforetheyhadtimetoreplythevoiceofTantSanniewasheard。
　　"Youchild，ofthechild，ofthechildofaKaffer’sdog，comehere！"
　　TheGermanlookedup。HethoughttheDutchwoman，comeouttocoolherselfintheyard，calledtosomemisbehavingservant。Theoldmanlookedroundtoseewhoitmightbe。
　　"YouoldvagabondofaprayingGerman，areyoudeaf？"
　　TantSanniestoodbeforethestepsofthekitchen；uponthemsattheleanHottentot，uponthehigheststoodBonaparteBlenkins，bothhandsfoldedunderthetailsofhiscoat，andhiseyesfixedonthesunsetsky。
　　TheGermandroppedthesaddleontheground。
　　"Bish，bish，bish！whatmaythisbe？"hesaid，andwalkedtowardthehouse。
　　"Verystrange！"
　　Thegirlsfollowedhim：Emstillweeping；Lyndallwithherfaceratherwhiteandhereyeswideopen。
　　"AndIhavetheheartofadevil，didyousay？Youcouldrunmethroughwithaknife，couldyou？"criedtheDutchwoman。"IcouldnotdrivetheKaffermaidawaybecauseIwasafraidofyou，wasI？Oh，youmiserablerag！Ilovedyou，didI？Iwouldhavelikedtomarryyou，wouldI？wouldI？WOULDI？"criedtheBoer—woman；"youcat’stail，youdog’spaw！Benearmyhousetomorrowmorningwhenthesunrises，"shegasped，"myKafferswilldragyouthroughthesand。Theywoulddoitgladly，anyofthem，forabitoftobacco，forallyourprayingswiththem。"
　　"Iambewildered，Iambewildered，saidtheGerman，standingbeforeherandraisinghishandtohisforehead；"I——Idonotunderstand。"
　　"Askhim，askhim？"criedTantSannie，pointingtoBonaparte；"heknows。
　　Youthoughthecouldnotmakemeunderstand，buthedid，hedid，youoldfool！IknowenoughEnglishforthat。Youbehere，"shoutedtheDutchwoman，"whenthemorningstarrises，andIwillletmyKafferstakeyououtanddragyou，tillthereisnotoneboneleftinyouroldbodythatisnotbrokenasfineasbobootie—meat，youoldbeggar！Allyourragsarenotworththat——theyshouldbethrownoutontotheash—heap，"criedtheBoer—woman；"butIwillhavethemformysheep。Notonerottenhoofofyouroldmaredoyoutakewithyou；Iwillhaveher——all，allformysheepthatyouhavelost，yougodlessthing！"
　　TheBoer—womanwipedthemoisturefromhermouthwiththepalmofherhand。
　　TheGermanturnedtoBonaparte，whostillstoodonthestepabsorbedinthebeautyofthesunset。
　　"Donotaddressme；donotapproachme，lostman，"saidBonaparte，notmovinghiseyenorloweringhischin。"Thereisacrimefromwhichallnaturerevolts；thereisacrimewhosenameisloathsometothehumanear——
　　thatcrimeisyours；thatcrimeisingratitude。Thiswomanhasbeenyourbenefactress；onherfarmyouhavelived；afterhersheepyouhavelooked；
　　intoherhouseyouhavebeenallowedtoenterandholdDivineservice——anhonourofwhichyouwereneverworthy；andhowhaveyourewardedher？——
　　basely，basely，basely！"
　　"Butitisallfalse，liesandfalsehoods。Imust，Iwillspeak，"saidtheGerman，suddenlylookingroundbewildered。"DoIdream？Areyoumad？
　　Whatmayitbe？"
　　"Go，dog，"criedtheDutchwoman；"Iwouldhavebeenarichwomanthisdayifithadnotbeenforyourlaziness。PrayingwiththeKaffersbehindthekraalwalls。Go，youKaffer’sdog！"
　　"Butwhatthenisthematter？WhatmayhavehappenedsinceIleft？"saidtheGerman，turningtotheHottentotwoman，whosatuponthestep。
　　Shewashisfriend；shewouldtellhimkindlythetruth。Thewomanansweredbyaloud，ringinglaugh。
　　"Giveithim，oldmissis！Giveithim！"
　　Itwassonicetoseethewhitemanwhohadbeenmasterhunteddown。Thecolouredwomanlaughed，andthrewadozenmealiegrainsintohermouthtochew。
　　Allangerandexcitementfadedfromtheoldman’sface。Heturnedslowlyawayandwalkeddownthelittlepathtohiscabin，withhisshouldersbent；
　　itwasalldarkbeforehim。Hestumbledoverthethresholdofhisownwell—knowndoor。
　　Em，sobbingbitterly，wouldhavefollowedhim；buttheBoer—womanpreventedherbyafloodofspeechwhichconvulsedtheHottentot，solowwereitsimages。
　　"Come，Em，"saidLyndall，liftinghersmallproudhead，"letusgoin。Wewillnotstaytohearsuchlanguage。"
　　ShelookedintotheBoer—woman’seyes。TantSannieunderstoodthemeaningofthelookifnotthewords。Shewaddledafterthem，andcaughtEmbythearm。ShehadstruckLyndallonceyearsbefore，andhadneverdoneitagain，soshetookEm。
　　"Soyouwilldefyme，too，willyou，youEnglishman’sugliness！"shecried，andwithonehandsheforcedthechilddown，andheldherheadtightlyagainstherknee；withtheothershebeatherfirstupononecheek，andthenupontheother。
　　ForoneinstantLyndalllookedon，thenshelaidhersmallfingersontheBoer—woman’sarm。WiththeexertionofhalfitsstrengthTantSanniemighthaveflungthegirlbackuponthestones。Itwasnotthepoweroftheslightfingers，tightlythoughtheyclinchedherbroadwrist——sotightlythatatbedtimethemarkswerestillthere；buttheBoer—womanlookedintothecleareyesandatthequiveringwhitelips，andwithahalf—surprisedcurserelaxedherhold。ThegirldrewEm’sarmthroughherown。
　　"Move！"shesaidtoBonaparte，whostoodinthedoor，andhe，Bonapartetheinvincible，inthehourofhistriumph，movedtogiveherplace。
　　TheHottentotceasedtolaugh，andanuncomfortablesilencefellonallthethreeinthedoorway。
　　Onceintheirroom，Emsatdownonthefloorandwailedbitterly。Lyndalllayonthebedwithherarmdrawnacrosshereyes，verywhiteandstill。
　　"Hoo，hoo！"criedEm；"andtheywon’tlethimtakethegreymare；andWaldohasgonetothemill。Hoo，hoo，andperhapstheywon’tletusgoandsaygood—byetohim。Hoo，hoo，hoo！"
　　"Iwishyouwouldbequiet，"saidLyndallwithoutmoving。"DoesitgiveyousuchfelicitytoletBonaparteknowheishurtingyou？Wewillasknoone。Itwillbesuppertimesoon。Listen——andwhenyouheartheclinkoftheknivesandforkswewillgooutandseehim。
　　Emsuppressedhersobsandlistenedintently，kneelingatthedoor。
　　Suddenlysomeonecametothewindowandputtheshutterup。
　　"Whowasthat？"saidLyndall，starting。
　　"Thegirl，Isuppose，"saidEm。Howearlysheisthisevening！"
　　ButLyndallsprangfromthebedandseizedthehandleofthedoor，shakingitfiercely。Thedoorwaslockedontheoutside。Shegroundherteeth。
　　"Whatisthematter？"askedEm。
　　Theroomwasinperfectdarknessnow。