A succession of violent screams from Alice brought Dr. Hardcastle rushing in at one door, and Nettie, in her nightgown, flying in at the other.
They gathered around the fallen man. They raised him, set him in his chair.
General Garnet was dead.
After that the wild shrieks of a distracted child, refusing to be comforted, filled the house of death.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE FLIGHT OF TIME.
And years flew by, and the tale at last
Was told as a sorrowful one, long past.
—Mistletoe Bough.
It was the morning of Garnet Seabright’s majority, when she was to come into possession of the vast estate given her by her adopted father, and she was expecting a visit from her trustee to give an account of his stewardship and yield up his office.