THE DEATH OF TOMMY.
Peace was perfectly calm and self-possessed.
“Don’t be alarmed, my girl,” said he, in his softest accents. “Is the governor in?”
“Yes,” she said, in the greatest possible state of surprise.
“Ah, that’s all right,” cried Peace. “Can I see him?”
“He’s at dinner just now,” returned the maid, completely thrown off her guard, “but I’ll tell him you are here if it’s anything particular.”
“Only a message from Mr. Woodward.”
“From who?”
“Mr. Woodward.”
The girl had never heard of such a person. It would be strange if she had, seeing Peace had given the first name that had occurred to him.