The crouching heart within him quailed like a shuddering thing, and he went away very like a cur that is stoned from the door.
CHAPTER XI. HEARTS LAID BARE.
They sat in the breakfast room—the family and Cherokee.
“Did I tell you, wife, that when Mr. Frost was here he brought me news of Robert Milburn?”
The tall, graceful woman thus addressed looked from the head of the table, and showing much interest, questioned:
“Indeed! well, how was he doing? I grew very fond of the boy when he was here.”
“The news is sad; he has gone to drinking,” said the Major, sorrowfully.
“I don’t believe it; we have no reason to take this stranger’s word; we don’t know who he is.” Turning to Cherokee she asked: