CHAPTER XX
"I KNOW IT, COUSIN CYRIL"
Cyril leaned wearily back in his chair. He was in that state of apathetic calm which sometimes succeeds a violent emotion. Of his wife he had neither seen or heard anything since they parted the night before.
"My lord!"
Cyril started, for he had not noticed Peter's entrance and the suppressed excitement of the latter's manner alarmed him.
"What is the matter now?" he demanded.
"She's 'ere, my lord," replied Peter, dropping his voice till it was almost a whisper.
Cyril sprang from his seat.
"Who?" he cried. "Speak up, can't you?"