"'Lemon looks as if he'd been spending a pleasant hour,' I thought, as I looked at his white face. "Then Devlin went to his room on the second floor, and I breathed more free. "The Twisted Cow, sir, is a public which Devlin is fond of. You may be sure he'd pick out a house with a outlandish name. "'O, Lemon, Lemon,' I said, 'you look like a ghost!' "'Hush!' he said, with his hand to his ear; he was afraid Devlin might be listening. 'Don't speak to me, Fanny; I want to be quiet, very quiet. How horrible, how horrible!' "'What's horrible. Lemon?' I asked, putting my arms round his neck. "He pushed me away and asked what I meant. "'You said "How horrible, how horrible!" jest now, Lemon.' "To my surprise, he answered 'I didn't. You must have fancied it. Let me be quiet.' "I didn't dispute with him, and we set here in the parlour for more than an hour without saying a word to each other. Lemon hadn't been drinking, sir; he was as sober as I am this minute. "'I think I'll go to bed, Fanny,' he said. "The tears come into my eyes, he spoke so soft. "'Shall I go and git your supper-beer, Lemon?' I asked. "'No,' he said, ketching hold of me. 'I won't be left alone in the house with that--that devil up-stairs! I don't want no supper-beer.' "It was the first time he'd ever spoke of Devlin in that way, and I knew that something out of the common must have happened. Perhaps they'd quarrelled. O, how I hoped they had! It might put a end to their partnership, and there would be a chance of peace and happiness once more. "'I won't leave you. Lemon,' I said. 'I'll take that wretch his tea, and I hope it'll choke him, and then I'll come to bed too. Shall I make you some gruel, Lemon, or anything else you fancy?' "'No,' he answered. 'I don't want nothing--only to sleep, to sleep!' "I made the tea for Devlin, and it's a mercy I didn't have any poison in the house, because I might have been tempted to put it in the pot--though perhaps that wouldn't have hurt him. I knocked at his door, and he said as pleasant as pleasant can be, 'Come in, Mrs. Lemon. What a treasure you are! How happy Lemon ought to be with sech a wife!' "But I didn't stop to talk to him. I put the tea on the table and went down to Lemon. He was already in bed, and his head was covered with the bedclothes. "'I'll jest run down,' I whispered, 'and put up the chain on the street-door. I won't be a minute. Lemon.' "I was back in less than that, and I went to bed. Lemon never moved. I spoke to him, but he didn't answer me; and after a little while I went to sleep. "I woke up as the clock struck twelve all in a prespiration. Lemon was talking in his sleep, and this is what he said: "'Victoria Park. Eighteen years old. Golden hair. With a bunch of daisies in her belt. A bunch of white daisies, with blood on 'em! With blood on 'em! With blood on 'em! O Lord, have mercy on her! Near the water. Lord, have mercy on her! Lord, have mercy on her!'