“But we do not know, sir, that this is the case, whatever our suspicions may be.”
“I think they are wrong,” cried Mrs Bolter, quickly, “for here comes someone to tell us who is right.”
She pointed through the window as she spoke, and every head was turned to see the Rajah come hurrying up the pathway leading to the house, his steps seeming to partake of the excitement of the whole group, as he dashed up to the door; and as soon as he was admitted he half ran into the midst of the silent assembly, gazing wildly from face to face, till his eyes rested upon Mr Perowne, to whom he ran, threw his arms over his shoulders, and exclaimed with a passionate, half-sobbing cry:
“Tell me—quick! Tell me it is not true!”
Volume Two—Chapter Six.
A Prince’s Anger.
The merchant stared in the young Rajah’s convulsed face without speaking, and Murad exclaimed:
“I had heard news, and was coming down. Then came the messengers; but tell me,” he cried, “I cannot bear it! This is not true?”