Then the peer looked again at poor old Trumbull's books.
"I shall not wait, Packer."
"No, my lord."
"You had better tell them to put the horses to."
"Yes, my lord."
But just as Packer went out into the passage for the sake of giving the order he met Mr. Gilmore, and ushered him into the room.
"Ha! Mr. Gilmore; yes, I am very glad to see you, Mr. Gilmore;" and the Marquis came forward to shake hands with his visitor. "I thought it better that you and I should meet about this sad affair in the parish;—a very sad affair, indeed."
"It certainly is, Lord Trowbridge; and the mystery makes it more so."
"I suppose there is no real mystery, Mr. Gilmore? I suppose there can be no doubt that that unfortunate young man did,—did,—did bear a hand in it at least?"
"I think that there is very much doubt, my lord."