With a sense of almost relief, Paul turned away. Just then he was glad of a reprieve, for he felt little equal to much more violent emotion.
He was infinitely relieved, too, by finding that Miss Turquand’s presence had not been considered necessary at the business meeting in Alderman’s Lane.
The young lady had been taken down to the country, one of the partners informed him, by Lady Quaintree, the day before, to visit the mansion and grounds left by the testator.
“As you are aware, Captain Desfrayne, having read the will, all the landed estates and house property have been left solely for the use and benefit of Miss Turquand,” remarked Mr. Salmon, a tall, large, white-headed gentleman, of a jovial deportment and cheerful manners.
Captain Desfrayne bowed. He had indeed seen as much in the terrible document; but, being preoccupied by the vexatious clauses respecting the planned union between himself and Lois Turquand, had not paid much heed to the minor details.
“The principal country house is, I understand, a very handsome and substantial place,” Mr. Salmon continued, jingling his seals musically. “I think it is situated in Gloucestershire,” he added, looking at Frank Amberley.
“Flore Hall, Holston, some miles from Gloucester,” Frank Amberley replied.
Paul Desfrayne could scarcely credit his ears. He had congratulated himself on the hope of escape, and now it seemed he would be driven to walk into the very jaws of danger.
“Did I understand you to say that Miss Turquand has gone to visit Flore Hall?” he asked of Frank Amberley.
“Certainly.”