Her head had been bending lower and lower, her voice rocking under its
weight of restrained anguish. On the word "music" she dropped her head
to her knees and was silent.
"I can't talk no more," she said, after a moment, and she stood up and
ran out of the room.
"I'll be d----d!" swore Yarnall.
But Jasper stood, his face pale, smiting one hand into the other.
"I feel that I, at least, deserve to be," he said.