"
"I do not mean to reproach you, William," she returned meekly; "but the
thought of our dire offence rises perpetually before me. Would we could
undo what we have done!"
"I tell you it is too late," rejoined Lord Roos harshly.
At this moment Diego suddenly presented himself, and apologizing for the
abruptness of his entrance, accounted for it by saying that Sarah
Swarton besought a word with his Lordship. She brought a message, he
added, from Lady Roos, who was much worse, and not finding his Lordship
at his own residence had ventured to follow him to Exeter House to
deliver it.
"I will come to her anon," said Lord Roos carelessly.
"No, no; admit her at once, Diego," cried the Countess; "I would hear
what she has to say." And the next moment Sarah Swarton being ushered
into the room, she rushed up to her and eagerly demanded, "How fares it
with your lady? Is there any hope for her?"
"None whatever," replied Sarah, shaking her head sadly. "She is past all
chance of recovery."
"Then Heaven pardon me!" ejaculated the Countess, clasping her hands
together, and falling upon her knees.
Sarah Swarton gazed at her in astonishment; while Lord Roos, rushing
towards her, commanded her to rise.
"Take heed what you say and do, Countess," he whispered. "You will
excite this woman's suspicions."
"Why should your ladyship implore Heaven's pardon because my poor dear
lady is near her end?" inquired Sarah.
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