"I think Mr. Edermont will inform you himself," said Pallant.
And at that moment Edermont, still overwhelmed with joy, came running back.
"I am safe--safe!" he shouted; "and after twenty years of dread. No more of the Litany, no more of the--O God!"
His joy was too much for him, and he rolled over on the ground in a dead faint, at the very feet of Dora and Pallant.
[CHAPTER VI.]
WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NIGHT.
And here was another mystery: Dora never learnt the good news which Pallant had brought to Edermont. The little man had fainted with excess of joy, and was carried off to bed by Joad; while Pallant took his leave of Dora, and was escorted by her to the gate. He smiled as she turned the key of the lock.
"No need for that now," said he, passing through the gate. "Mr. Edermont can sleep in peace without bolt or bar."
"On account of what you have told him to-day?"
"Precisely, Miss Carew; on account of what I have told him to-day."