“Well—yes, certainly! Ofcourse! But you, Ned?”
“I must stay. I shall come later.”
“Is Eustace alive?”
“Yes, he’s alive. I’ll tell you the whole presently. Do you take Mrs. Cheviot home now, there’s a good fellow!”
“I thought,” said Elinor feebly, “that I was to put up here for the night.”
“Circumstances have changed, however, and I think you will be more comfortable at the Hall. You will be quite safe in my brother’s hands, and you will find my housekeeper very ready to attend to all your wants. John, Mrs. Cheviot’s baggage is already bestowed in the curricle, so you have nothing to wait for.”
“But what am I going to do?” Elinor asked helplessly.
“We will discuss that tomorrow,” replied Carlyon.
He left the room, just nodding to his brother as he passed him, and Mrs. Cheviot and Mr. Carlyon were left to eye one another doubtfully. “I will go and bring the curricle round to the door,” said John heavily.
“I don’t think I should go.”