"Has he?" said Margaret, with less interest than the matter deserved.
"Yes, and who knows what will happen? Perhaps the earl won't see him; perhaps they won't meet after all."
"I suppose they won't kill each other if they do, will they?" said Margaret.
The old lady looked at her aghast; such levity was terrible.
"My dear," she said, "you don't know what you are talking about. Kill each other—the earl and his nephew! Why, how ever could you say such a thing? Great people never fight, let alone kill each other."
[CHAPTER IV.]
Meanwhile, Mr. Larkhall, the valet, had gone to the earl's sitting-room and made the announcement:
"Lord Leyton, my lord!"
The earl raised his steel-gray eyes, and, frowning slightly, said, "Lord Leyton?" without any expression of surprise.