“Come in,” he called, and the footman entered.
“If you please, sir,” he said, addressing the squire, “Mr. Henderson, of Stourton Grange, and Mr. Churchill have called, and wish very particularly to see you.”
“Where are they?” asked the squire.
“In the hall, sir,” replied the footman.
“You can show them in here,” said the squire, and he looked at John Temple as he spoke.
But John Temple made no sign; he had grown a little pale, and that was all.
CHAPTER XXX.
JOHN TEMPLE LEAVES WOODLEA.
A minute later Henderson and Mr. Churchill entered the room. Henderson’s face was flushed a dusky red, but Mr. Churchill’s looked pale, angry, and determined. He gave a quick, sharp glance around, and then advanced toward the squire, who gravely held out his hand, which, however, his tenant scarcely touched.
“I’ve come on unpleasant business, Mr. Temple,” he said, quickly; and then he looked at John Temple.