“But I tell you I don't know any thing about her,” said Leon; “I swear I don't. I'll tell every thing that I know. No such person has ever been here.”
Reginald looked at his brother with a gloomy frown; but Leon's tone seemed sincere, and the thought came to him that his brother could have no reason for concealment. If Leon did not know, he would have to seek what he wished from another—his father. His father and his mother had gone off together; that father alone could tell.
“Where is Sir Lionel?” asked Reginald, as these thoughts came to him. He called him “Sir Lionel.” He could not call him “father.”
Leon looked at him with a strange expression.
“He is here,” said he.
“Where shall I find him? I want to see him at once. Is he in his room?”
Leon hesitated.
“Quick!” said Reginald, impatiently. “Why don't you answer?”
“You won't get much satisfaction out of him,” said Leon, in a peculiar voice.
“I'll find out what he knows. I'll tear the secret out of him,” cried Reginald, fiercely. “Where is he? Come with me. Take me to him.”