Godfrey immediately stole off, and succeeded in reaching his room without detection. He went to bed again and slept soundly.
He awoke to find the sun glinting pleasantly through the diamond panes. The brightness of the morning had so cheering an effect on his spirits that he felt disposed at first to regard the event of the preceding night as the result of a dream.
Then, his memory quickening, he thrust his hand beneath his pillow and drew forth a piece of black velvet edged with silver lace.
"It was no dream," he muttered, gazing at the relic. "I have really stood in the secret burial vault of the Ravengars. What a story this will be for Beatrice!"
Godfrey was accustomed to make his sister his confidante in all things; but, somehow, upon reflection, he resolved, for the present at least, to maintain secrecy respecting Ivar's strange doings.
CHAPTER III IDRIS REDIVIVUS
"Ivar has been at home two months, yet we have had no visit from him."
The speaker was Godfrey Rothwell, and the scene the breakfast-room of his villa, Wave Crest.