“Where is Lady Ellinor? I must see her instantly.”
“No worse news of master, I hope, sir?”
“Worse news of what, of whom? Of Mr. Trevanion?”
“Did you not know he was suddenly taken ill, sir,—that a servant came express to say so last night? Lady Ellinor went off at ten o’clock to join him.”
“At ten o’clock last night?”
“Yes, sir; the servant’s account alarmed her ladyship so much.”
“The new servant, who had been recommended by Mr. Gower?”
“Yes, sir,—Henry,” answered the porter, staring at me. “Please, sir, here is an account of master’s attack in the paper. I suppose Henry took it to the office before he came here,—which was very wrong in him; but I am afraid he’s a very foolish fellow.”
“Never mind that. Miss Trevanion,—I saw her just now,—she did not go with her mother: where was she going, then?”
“Why, sir,—but pray step into the parlor.”