she said, with a sudden wail of anguish, as all the events of the past night came rushing back to her mind, "horrible!. . .and you do not understand. . .you cannot. . .and I have no one to whom I can turn. . .for help. . .or even for sympathy. . ."Tears now refused to be held back. All her trouble, her struggles, the awful uncertainty of Armand's fate overwhelmed her.
She tottered, ready to fall, and leaning against the tone balustrade, she buried her face in her hands and sobbed bitterly.
At first mention of Armand St. Just's name and of the peril in which he stood, Sir Percy's face had become a shade more pale; and the look of determination and obstinacy appeared more marked than ever between his eyes. However, he said nothing for the moment, but watched her, as her delicate frame was shaken with sobs, watched her until unconsciously his face softened, and what looked almost like tears seemed to glisten in his eyes.
