Volume Two—Chapter One.
The Looming of a Storm.
“Well, my dear,” said Gartram, as Claude entered the room; “want to see me?”
“Yes, papa; you sent for me.”
“I sent for you? Oh, to be sure; I forgot.”
He was seated in an easy-chair, leaning back as if half-asleep, and he raised himself slowly as Claude came to his side.
She looked at him keenly, and felt a curious sensation of sinking and dread, as it struck her that her father was suffering from the effects of the sedative in which he indulged.
“Well,” he said smiling, “what are you looking at?”