“Son ombre vers mon lit a paru se baisser Et moi, je lui tendais les mains pour l’embrasser; Mais je n’ai plus trouvé qu’un horrible mélange D’os et de chair meurtris et traînés dans la fange, Des lambeaux pleins de sang, et des membres affreux Que les chiens dévorants se disputaient entre eux.”

“Great God!” exclaimed Jadwin, ignorant of the words yet, in spite of himself, carried away by the fury and passion of her rendering.

Laura struck her palms together.

“Just what Abner says,” she cried. “The very words.”

“Abner?”

“In the play. I knew I could make you feel it.”

“Well, well,” murmured her husband, shaking his head, bewildered even yet. “Well, it’s a strange wife I’ve got here.”