he examined them. She guessed rightly enough that they were bills of expenses, and probably their amount staggered even Anthony's conception of the value of such a revenge as he was taking, for he soon rose, and began to walk about the room in a mood whose concentrated passion she was quite familiar with. Rhodes terrified her. She had never seen the man before, but she had heard many a story of his relentless persecution of those whom he hated, and his dark, heavy face made her shrink back trembling into the covert of the laurels. She did not dare to call Anthony's attention while Rhodes was near him. Shivering with cold and sick with fear, she waited and waited until the two men went out of the room together.
Perhaps Anthony might come on to the terrace now. She lingered for another half-hour, until she had no longer any strength or courage left. Then, with slow and painful steps, she went back to the keeper's lodge. He let her in without a word, and she stood a few minutes by his fire, and dried and warmed her wet, cold feet. Her wretched face, her pallor, and silent, heavy weeping, commanded his pity. He asked her no questions, but quietly put a cup of milk
