“I wonder what he will do next! If I were to die now, the property would be his, and then Forgue’s!”
“You can will it away, I suppose, my lady!” answered Donal.
Arctura stood thoughtful.
“Is Forgue a bad man, Mr. Grant?”
“I dare not trust him,” answered Donal.
“Do you think he had any knowledge of this plot of his father’s?”
“I cannot tell. I do not believe he would have left you to die in the chapel.”
CHAPTER LXXVIII.
RESTORATION.
The same afternoon, while Donal was reading to Arctura in the library, there came a loud ringing of the door-bell. Donal ran to see, and to his great delight, there was mistress Brookes, half wild with anxious terror.
“Is my leddy safe?” she cried—then clasped Donal in her arms and embraced him as if he had been her son.