“Look here!” he said in a low voice, motioning Braxfield to the fireside and its cheery blaze, “I want to know something—I thought I saw somebody as I came along. You’ll know. Is John Harborough home again?”
Braxfield felt his perceptions quicken at the tone of this question. He nodded, searching Guy’s face.
“Yes, sir!” he answered. “Came home today—this very afternoon.”
“Has he been here?” demanded Guy.
“Yes, sir—this evening.”
“Why? What did he come for?”
“He’d heard your father was ill, Mr. Guy—he came to ask about him.”
“Did he mention me?”
“Not—not to my knowledge, sir. He—he saw Mr. Harry and Miss Valencia.”
“Has he come back for—for good? To settle down?”