When the two gentlemen entered this favorite room, they found Britomarte and Elfie, waiting for the termination of the doctor’s visit to Erminie before they should return to her side.
They now arose and received the doctor’s greetings and congratulations upon the convalescence of their friend, and then they were about to withdraw, when Justin stopped them.
“Remain, if you please, for a few moments, young ladies. I am about to call up old Robert and confront him with Dr. Burney and investigate this affair of the nocturnal visitor,” he said.
“But I thought that was already settled. It was the doctor who came in the night, was it not?” inquired Britomarte.
“No, my dear Miss Conyers, whoever it was, it was not the doctor,” replied the gentleman in question.
Justin rang the bell, and old Bob answered it.
“Sit down, doctor. Young ladies, pray resume your seats,” said Justin, as he set the example by placing himself in a chair.
Bob stood in the door, waiting orders.
“Come here,” said Colonel Rosenthal.
The man obeyed, looking puzzled and frightened and very much like a prisoner who was arraigned and who expected to be found guilty.