CHAPTER XXI.
BERNARD SEEKS DORIS.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
SHAKESPEARE.
"Is Miss Anderson in?"
"No, sir. She doesn't live here now, sir," answered Mrs. Austin, in melancholy tones.
"Not live here! Then where is she?" cried Bernard somewhat faintly, for in his surprise and consternation at not finding Doris there a return of the faintness that had before troubled him seemed imminent.
The good woman caught hold of him by the arm.
"Excuse me, Mr. Cameron, sir," she exclaimed. "You are ill. Come inside, sir. Come inside the house."
Bernard shook her hand off, declaring he was all right; but he walked unsteadily into the little sitting-room, where he had expected to find Doris.
"Sit down, sir; I'll get you a glass of water or a cup of tea in a moment----"