"Of course I was--don't look at me like that! What in the name of heaven is the matter, Mrs.--Mrs.----" A sickening thought struggled into Justine's mind. "Your name is--is Sherrod, too," she said, dully. "Has--has Jud anything to do with it?" "He is not your husband," cried Celeste, pityingly. "What do you mean?" gasped Justine, limp and white. "Jud and I married three years ago----" "Oh!" moaned Celeste. Justine's extended arm caught her as she dropped forward. The wild blue eyes looked piteously into the frightened brown ones, and the gray lips repeated hoarsely: "Are you sure? Are you sure?" "What shall I do?" moaned Justine. "I am his wife, I know I am. Nobody can deny it. Why, why, I have the certificate----" she went on eagerly. Celeste struggled to her feet. "Then what in the name of heaven has he made of me?" she cried, hoarsely. "I don't understand," murmured Justine dully. "Do you--do you love him?" "Love him? Love him? Why, woman, he is my husband!" The world went black before Justine's eyes. She fell back in the deep chair; her big eyes closed, her hands relaxed their clasp on the boy and he slid to the protecting arm of the chair; her breath clogged her throat. As consciousness fled, she saw Celeste sink to the floor at her feet. A man drew aside the curtains a few minutes afterwards and planted a heavy foot inside the room. His sombre eyes were on the floor and it was not until he was well inside the room that his gaze fell upon the still group at the fireplace. He paused, his tired eyes for the moment resting wearily on the scene. Slowly his mind, which had been far away, caught up the picture before him. His dull sensibilities became active. Celeste was lying on the floor. She had fainted. He stretched forth his arms to lift her and his eyes fell upon the upturned face of the woman in the chair. Petrified, he stood for an age, it seemed. Comprehension slowly forced its way into his brain. "Justine!" A shriek of terror burst in his throat; the sound did not reach his lips. The end had come! It was all over! They knew--they _knew_! They knew him for what he was. He had not the strength to flee; he only knew that he was face to face with the end. He must stand his ground, as well now as any time. He waited. There would be cries, sobs, wails and bitterness.