[CHAPTER XII.]
SOWING AND REAPING.
WHEN they came in from their short walk, Arthur went at once in among his brothers and sisters; but Frank, full of wrath and ill-humour, ascended to his own chamber.
On the landing, however, outside Mrs. Arundel's door, he heard himself called.
He entered the half-dark room, where the moonlight streamed on to the floor, the same moonlight which at Shellford was flooding the sea with its silver light.
He found her resting on the sofa, with no light
in the room but the moonlight which fell on her face.
"Did you call me, Mrs. Arundel?" he asked, with an uneasy tremor in his voice.
"Yes, my dear; will you come in? I want to have a little talk with you."
Frank felt very unwilling; but knew not how to refuse. He had always disliked meeting Mrs. Arundel's eyes, and generally avoided doing so; and now to be called into her room for a tête-à-tête was more than he bargained for.