CHAPTER LXXIV.
GENERAL HARRINGTON'S SECRET.
Harrington and Ralph stood opposite Zillah's house, pausing for a moment's conversation before they went in.
"No," said Ralph, earnestly, "do not ask it; I will not give even this evidence of a doubt which I never can feel again. Go yourself, and see her alone. Learn, if possible, by what evil influence she has been wiled from her home. If she has fled to escape the importunity of my love, tell her to fear it no more; I will leave the country—do anything rather than stand in the way of her return to my mother."
Harrington wrung the hand which Ralph had in his earnestness extended.
"Wait at the hotel," he said; "in an hour expect me with news. I will not leave the poor child till her secret is mine. Be hopeful, Ralph, for I tell you Lina is an honest, good girl, and a little time will make it all clear."
"God grant that we do not deceive ourselves!" said Ralph, hopefully. "I will wait for you, but it will be a terrible hour, James."
"But such hours go by like the rest," answered Harrington, with a grave smile; "you will learn this in time."
With these words, James Harrington crossed the street, and entered Zillah's house.
Ralph watched him till the door closed, and then walked slowly back to the hotel.