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"Whose death? Isabella's or Mrs. Dallas'?",Major Jen considered again, and looked her straightly in the eyes.,"Don't say another word till I get back," she said, authoritatively, and was gone before any questions could be formed.,Here Maurice set down his cup with a crash, and strode across the room, where he faced Etwald in no very pleasant frame of mind.,"No; I understand. You have explained the affair of the handkerchief clearly. All the points have been elucidated save that dealing with the perfume.","He has preserved my sanity, and I owe him a debt of gratitude.","Don't you think it's the house, too?" she asked critically. "Some houses seem to be so alive and to belong to some people. Greycroft just fitted Aunt Louise, and when she left, it was lonesome till it found someone who liked the same things she did, and then it opened its eyes and waked up again. I don't believe it would be itself with Mrs. Hand in it, or even with the Halls, though they are so sweet and fine-mannered.","Well, have it your own way," said Etwald, carelessly. "I am a scoundrel in your eyes, I dare say; but if you will permit me to see you to-morrow at eleven o'clock I shall be able to prove that this particular devil--meaning myself, major--is not quite so black as you have painted him.",He was half-clothed, pale as the white dress of Isabella Dallas, and evidently, from the wild look in his eyes and the quivering of his nether lip, badly scared. Stopping short a few paces from the door, he held up the lamp which he carried, to survey the astonishing scene before him. The sight of Jen tongue-tied and immovable, of Isabella weeping on her knees by the bedside, of the bed itself vacant of its dead occupant--all these things were calculated to shock even stronger nerves than those of David Sarby. Nevertheless, after a pause of sheer astonishment, he managed to stammer out a question:,"Oh! so she is an old friend of yours?",Elinor gave a hasty assent, but Patricia was ardent.,"I refuse to marry Mr. Sarby," said Isabella, vehemently. "I hate him!".