Dark Hollow by Anna Katharine Green

It was ten o'clock, not later, when the judge re-entered his front door. He was alone, -- absolutely alone, as he had never been since that night of long ago, when with the inner fence completed and the gates all locked, he turned to the great negro at his side and quietly said:

"We are done with the world, Bela. Are you satisfied to share this solitude with me?" And Bela had replied: "Night and day, your honour. And when you are not here, -- when you are at court, to bear it alone."