"Good-night, Earle," said Lord Linleigh; "now that is really the last time. You shall not draw me into another discussion. I will not say another word. Remember you are to be married to-morrow."
"I am not likely to forget it," said Earle, with a happy laugh.
"Let us have some rest," said Lord Linleigh. "I am positively afraid to look at my watch. I know it is late."
"It is not two o'clock," said Earle; "but I will be obedient. I will say no more."
Yet they talked all the time as they went slowly up the grand staircase.
"I hope Doris will cure you of liking to sit up late," said the earl, as he stood for one moment against the door of his room.
"Hark!" said Earle, suddenly bending his head in a listening attitude. "Hark!"
"What is it?" asked Lord Linleigh.
"I fancied I heard a cry," said Earle, and the two listened intently. All was silent.
"It must have been fancy," said the earl.