"Yes, yes, why should I deny it? My name is Guy Deverell."
And was gone.
CHAPTER V.
Farewell.
"Oh! grandmamma, what is it?" said Beatrix, clasping her thin wrist.
The old lady, stooping over the chair on which she leaned, stared darkly after the vanished image, trembling very much.
"What is Deverell—why should the name be so dreadful—is there anything—oh! grandmamma, is there anything very bad?"
"I don't know—I am confused—did you ever see such a face? My gracious Heaven!" muttered Lady Alice.
"Oh! grandmamma, darling, tell me what it is, I implore of you."