“Ha, ha! Dear old master! Won’t do, Denton, I’m too old. Don’t wait.”
“If it would please God to spare him for a score of years,” said the old servant piously, as she left the room. “A bit harsh and a bit of a temper; but I know—I know.”
“I’ll wait and see her again, if I have to wait all night,” said Saul Harrington to himself. “Hang this grim old house! It’s almost as gloomy as a tomb.”
Chapter Two.
Uncle James’ Plan.
“That you, Gertie?”
“Yes, uncle, dear,” and the girl, who had made a brave effort to grow calm, approached the side of a great four-post bedstead, where a large, thin, yellow hand lay upon the white coverlet.
“That’s right, my dear, don’t leave me long. It’s getting very near the end, my darling.”