"Let me go and speak to my wife. I will not run away," said Mr. Lytton, sarcastically, to the deputy, who was close upon his heels.
And he went up to Emma and said, cheerfully:
"Do not be alarmed, love; there is nothing to fear."
"Oh, Alden, dearest, what is it? They are talking about a warrant and an arrest in there. It is not true—oh, it can not be true!" said the young wife, a little incoherently.
"There is some mistake, my love, which would be simply ludicrous if it were not so annoying. I must go to Wendover and set it all right," replied Mr. Lytton, cheerfully.
"Are you certain it is nothing more than a mistake?"
"Nothing more than a mistake or a jest, dear love. But I must go to Wendover to set it right."
"But what sort of a mistake is it? What is it all about?"
"I will explain it all when I come back, my wife. I do not quite comprehend it yet."
"How soon will you be back?"