I could see by the light of the moon, which was now high in the heavens, that the young fellow looked at me attentively, as though he was trying to read my motive in asking these questions.
'I think he expects to be,' was his reply; 'he is as poor as a church mouse now, but St. Mabyn says he is heir to a peerage, and that he will have pots of money some time.'
'What peerage?'
'I really never asked him. It—it wasn't quite my business, was it? He isn't the sort of chap to talk about himself.'
Sir Thomas was still up when I got back to the house, and the sight of his face struck terror into my heart. He, who was usually so florid, looked positively ghastly. His flesh hung loosely on his cheeks, while he was very baggy around the eyes.
'Have you heard anything?' I asked.
'I don't know, I am not sure,' he replied, 'but I think it is all over.'
'All over! What do you mean?'
'As soon as you had gone, I sent my wife and Lorna to bed. I wouldn't have them stay up any longer. You see, they could do no good.'
'Have you seen the doctors?'