"What do you want me to do?"
"To show me your brother's portrait--have you one?"
"Yes; only one. Taken just before he left for Malta."
"Good. Then I will call to-morrow at four o'clock."
"And then?" rising and taking Monteith's arm.
"I will tell you everything," he replied.
"About what?"
"That depends on--to-morrow."
"You are a most mysterious man," said Mrs. Taunton, in a vexed tone, as he took her back to her husband; "you arouse my curiosity, and then refuse to gratify it--but tell me at least one thing--is my brother well?"
Ronald hesitated. He dare not tell her that her brother--if Ventin indeed, were her brother--was dead so he equivocated.