But ere Esther could reply, the door was flung abruptly open, and Bernard Lynn strode into the room. His hat was in his hand; his cloak hung on his arm. His face was flushed; his brow clouded. Not seeming to notice the presence of Esther, he advanced to the clergyman,—
"Your services will not be needed, sir," he said, with a polite bow, but with flashing eyes. "This marriage will not take place."
Esther started to her feet, in complete astonishment.
Turning to Mr. Hicks, who had followed him into the room, Bernard Lynn continued, as he flung his cloak over his shoulders, and drew on his gloves,—
"Has the carriage come?"
"Yes, sir,—"
"Are our trunks on behind?"
"Yes, sir,—"
"Have you called my daughter, and told her that I desired her to put on her bonnet and cloak, and come to me at once?—"
"I have sent one of the maids up to her room," said Mr. Hicks, whose countenance manifested no small degree of astonishment, "but your daughter is not in her room."