“Oh, no; you may be sure of him, Hallett. He is delighted at the opportunity, and thinks it will lead to fortune.”
“What do you mean, then?”
“John Lister is hanging about this street.”
“Why? How? what makes you say that?”
“I saw him pass the door, just now.”
His brow darkened, and involuntarily he uttered his sister’s name.
“No,” I said; “I don’t believe it of her. He is only trying to meet with her once more. I am sure Linny does not know it.”
“You are right, Antony; she cannot know it. We can trust her now. Let us go and sit upstairs.”
As we entered the room, Linny raised her eyes from the book which she was reading, and her calm ingenuous look was sufficient to disarm suspicion; but, all the same, Hallett and I both felt that the wolf was prowling about the fold, and that it behoved us to see that he had no further chance of carrying off our lamb.