Chapter Twenty.
“Very Bad News.”
“Saxa! What is it? I say, don’t stand looking in that stony way,” cried Dana, seizing and shaking her sister by the shoulder.
“Don’t, Dan,” she said in a low, hoarse voice. “But you look so strange.”
“Yes; I’ve come a cropper,” said Saxa, with a hard, set look in her handsome face. “Is—is it all true?”
“Yes,” said Dana fiercely. “I can think of a dozen things now which go to prove it. I’ve had a faint suspicion for some time.”
“I hadn’t,” said Saxa in the same low tone. “I did not think he cared much for me, but I thought him too much of a gentleman, and too loyal.”
“They have both neglected us shamefully.”