“But it is some bad news,” whispered Gertrude; and the feeling gained strength as the old housekeeper tapped at the door, and entered, looking wild and scared.
The old lawyer grasped in an instant that something was wrong, and he came forward.
“Leave it to me, my dear,” he said with quick firmness. “Now, Mrs Denton, what is it?”
“A gentleman, sir.”
“To see me?”
“No, sir; he asked to see Miss Gertrude.”
“Well, what does he want? Did he send in a card?”
“No, sir.”
“Then who is he?”
“If you please, sir,” stammered the old woman, “he said he was Master George.”