“Send me word the day and hour of the trial, Antony,” she said, in a low voice.
“Will you come?” I said eagerly.
“No, Antony, no,” she said softly. “I could not come, but I shall pray for a triumphant success.”
She spoke warmly, for she seemed off her guard, and then hurriedly changed the conversation.
Chapter Fifty Five.
The Day of Triumph.
The day of trial came at last; and after a sleepless night, I was trying to make a good breakfast before going down to Mr Ruddle’s with the inventor.
I believe I felt as nervous and excited as Hallett himself; for Mr Ruddle had spoken to me the night before about some unpleasant suspicions that he had.