"
"You seem very much determined not to let me know who she is! Hang
it, sir, will you or will you not tell me that woman's name?"
"Certainly," said Herbert. "Her name is"--He was about to say Marah
Rocke, but moral indignation overpowered him and he paused.
"Well, well, her name is what?" impatiently demanded Old Hurricane.
"Mrs. Warfield!" answered Herbert, doggedly.
And just at that unfortunate moment Marah turned her pale face and
beseeching eyes around and met the full gaze of her husband!
In an instant her face blanched to marble and her head sank upon the
railing before her bench. Old Hurricane was too dark to grow pale,
but his bronzed cheek turned as gray as his hair, which fairly
lifted itself on his head. Grasping his walking stick with both his
hands, he tottered to his feet, and, muttering:
"I'll murder you for this, Herbert!" he strode out of the court-
room.
Marah's head rested for about a minute on the railing before her and
when she lifted it again her face was as calm and patient as before.
This little incident had passed without attracting attention from
any one except Capitola, who, sitting on the other side of Herbert
Greyson, had heard the little passage of words between him and her
uncle, and had seen the latter start up and go out, and who now,
turning to her companion, inquired:
"What is the meaning of all this, Herbert?"
"It means--Satan! And now attend to what is going on! Mr.
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