All three stood stone still. Not a sound was heard except faint quick breathing. Athlyne tried to think; hut his brain seemed numb. He knew that now was a crisis if not the crisis of the whole affair. It chilled him with a deathly chill to think that Joy must have heard all the conversation between her father and himself. What a remembrance for her in all the empty years to come! What sorrow, what pain! Presently he heard behind him as he stood facing her a sound which was rather a groan than an ejaculation—a groan endowed with articulated utterance:
"Good God!" Unconsciously he repeated the word under his breath:
"Good God!"
Joy, with a fixed high-strung look, stepped down into the room. She stood beside Athlyne who, as she came close to him, turned with her so that together they faced her father. Colonel Ogilvie said in a slow whisper, the words dropping out one by one:
"Have—you—been—there—all—the—time? Did—you—hear—all—we—said?" She answered boldly:
"Yes! I was there and heard everything!" Again a long pause of silence, ended by Colonel Ogilvie's next question:
"Why did you stay?" Joy answered at once; her quick speech following the slow tension sounded almost voluble.
"I could not get away. I wanted to; but there is no other door to the room. That is why I came out here when I woke.… I could not get my boots which the maid had taken last night, and I wanted to get away as quickly as possible. And, Father, being there, though I had to
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