CHAPTER XXX.
THE TRUTH.
As days went on and grew into weeks, and weeks paired off until a month passed, and I still saw the same stricken look upon my sister’s face, my heart grew full of foreboding.
One morning the astonishing news came that Sir Peter had gone to America.
“America!” I ejaculated (it was always I who acted the part of chorus and did the exclamations and questioning), and I looked at Harry Arkwright, who had communicated the news, and who held an open letter in his hand.
“Yes, to America, to see about a railway which looks very bad. He has no end of their bonds,” said Harry, folding up the letter.
“When will he return?”
“He doesn’t know. Meanwhile we are to stay where we are.”
Adelaide, when we spoke of this circumstance, said, bitterly:
“Everything is against me!”