They had reached their destination, and this time slowly and uncertainly they ascended the steps. With his hand upon the bell, the general hesitated for an instant; so much was at stake! Then a bell sounded in some distant part of the house, and after a brief interval the door was opened to them. "I am sorry, sir, but the governor has not returned." The general thrust a bill into the man's hand, saying: "The moment he comes in, see that he gets my card." Again there was delay. General Herbert, consumed by impatience, crossed and recrossed the room. Elizabeth stood by the window, one hand parting the heavy curtains. It was already late afternoon. The day had been wasted, and the hours that remained to them were perilously few. But more than the thought of North's death, the death itself filled her mind with unspeakable imaginings. The power to control her thoughts was lost, and her terrors took her where they would, until North's very death struggles became a blinding horror. Somewhere in the silent house, a door opened and closed. "At last!" said the general, under his breath. But it was only the governor's secretary who entered the room. He halted in the doorway and glanced from father to daughter. There was no mistaking the look on his face. "How much longer are we to be kept in doubt?" asked General Herbert, in a voice that indicated both his dread and his sense of insult. "The governor deeply regrets that there should have been this delay--" began the secretary. "He is ready to see us now?" General Herbert interrupted. "I regret--" "What do you regret? Do you mean to tell me that he will not see us?" demanded the general. "The governor has left town." The angry color flamed into the old man's cheeks. His sorely tried patience was on the point of giving way, but a cry from the window recalled him. "Where has he gone?" "He left for the East at four o'clock," faltered the secretary, after a moment of wretched irresolution. The general's face became white, as his anger yielded to a more powerful emotion. "Impossible!" he cried. "The North matter has been left in my hands," said the secretary haltingly. The general's hope revived as he heard this. He stepped to Elizabeth's side and rested his hand protectingly on her shoulder. "You have the governor's decision?" he asked. "Yes," answered the secretary unsteadily. There was a moment's silence. "What is it?" The general's voice was strained and unnatural. "He regrets it, but he does not deem it proper for him to interfere with the decision of the court. He has had the most eminent legal advice in this case--" A choking inarticulate cry from Elizabeth interrupted him. "My God!" cried her father, as Elizabeth's groping hands clung to him. He felt the shudder that wrenched her slim body. "Be brave!" he whispered, slipping his arms about her. "Oh, father--father--" she sobbed. "We will go home," said the general.