"Your grandfather, my dear," she explained to Cora, "came home later than usual from North End, and very much more than usually fatigued. Immediately after dinner he lay down and I left him asleep."
"Where is Uncle Clarence?" inquired Corona.
"He remains at the works for the night. Will you have this chair, love?" said Rose, pulling forward a luxurious "sleepy hollow."
"No, thank you. I must go to my room and change my dress. Will you excuse me for half an hour, Uncle Fabian?" inquired Cora.
"Most willingly, my dear," replied Mr. Fabian, with a very pleased look. Cora left the room.
"I will go with you," exclaimed Rose, turning pale and starting up to follow the young lady.
"No. You will not," said Mr. Fabian, in a tone of authority, as he laid his hand heavily on the woman's shoulder. "Sit down. I have something to say to you."