“That gentleman who has been to see you before, sir,” said the waiter, in a low voice.
“Not Mr Leslie? He has not returned?”
“No, sir.”
“I’ll come directly. Where is he?”
“In the coffee-room, sir.”
Uncle Luke closed the door and recrossed the room, to where Louise had half risen and was gazing at him wildly.
“News of Harry, uncle?”
“Don’t know, my dear.”
“You are keeping it from me. That man has taken him, and all this agony of suffering has been in vain.”
“I’d give something if Madelaine were here,” said Uncle Luke. “No, no; I am not keeping back anything. I don’t know anything; I only came back to beg of you to be calm. There, I promise you that you shall know all.”