“Good-night, Mr Chartley,” she said quietly; but he did not take the hand, only turned away, walking rapidly along the street, while, fighting hard to keep from bursting into a violent fit of sobbing, Janet hurried up to her room, to find her brother looking haggard and wild as he slowly paced the floor.
Chapter Fourteen.
Mark Heath in the Dark.
“No—no—no!” Always the same determined answer to the declarations of Janet that some steps should be taken to investigate the affairs of the night on which her brother had first reached London.
“No,” he said; “I will have nothing done. Let me get well, and away from here. I’ve escaped with my life.”
“And what will you do, Mark?” asked Janet, as she sat by his side.
“Try again,” he said. “But I must first get well.”
He had heard that the doctor was ill, but everything else had been kept from him, till one evening, as he was seated by the fire at Janet’s neat little lodgings, and his sister was called down to see a visitor.