now; but that he should think of her at all, was a trait that

We were again reduced to waiting. Northmour went to the fireplace

and spread his hands before the red embers, as if he were cold. I

followed him mechanically with my eyes, and in so doing turned my

back upon the window. At that moment a very faint report was

audible from without, and a ball shivered a pane of glass, and

buried itself in the shutter two inches from my head. I heard

Clara scream; and though I whipped instantly out of range and into