“No matter what. Let the subject drop, Drusilla,” he replied, repenting the cruelty that made him allude to the guilty secret of his own breast.
“But, dear Alick——” she re-commenced.
“Let the subject drop, I say,” he interrupted her, in a tone so peremptory that she immediately bowed her head and obeyed.
And Pina now entered the room with the tray, and laid the cloth for supper. And having done so she retired.
When Mr. Lyon had supped to his satisfaction, and felt himself in a better humor, he turned around to the blazing fire, and said:
“I have a mind to sit up and watch to-night for that face at the window”
“Do, dear Alick, if you are not too tired,” she answered.
“And I will sit with my revolver by my side.”
“Yes, do; and with me also.”
“But you are not able to sit up.”