Mr Hampton is Too Late.
“Old boy asleep, Gertie?”
“Mr Saul, why have you come?” cried the frightened girl.
“Because I wanted to see you again; because I was tired of waiting down in that dreary old dining-room. Why, what a little tease you are.”
Gertrude made a step to get on the other side of the bed, so as to place the old man between them; but Saul caught her wrist, and laughingly swung her round.
“Won’t do, my coy little beauty,” he whispered. “I want to settle that little matter.”
“Uncle!”
“Ha!” ejaculated Saul in a fierce whisper. “Wake him if you dare! If you do I’ll swear you asked me to come up and sit with you. Now look here—tell me, Gertie, the old man has left you all his money?”
“No, no, no,” she cried eagerly, “nothing at all.”
“Don’t believe it, darling. Trick to throw me off the scent; but I’m on it safe, and I’m not going to be tricked.”