Was he right? Can this be the boy I have so much reason to dread?” she asked herself.
She was thinking of this when the servant entered the room with a card.
C. Barry,” she repeated, “wishes to see Mrs. Middleton on business of the greatest importance.”
“Ask him to come up,” she said, uneasily.
It was the lawyer, as the reader may have suspected.
Mrs. Middleton,” he said, with a bow. “I must apologize for my intrusion.”
“You say your business is important?” said the lady.
It is—of the first importance.”
“Explain yourself, I beg.”
“I appear before you, madam, in behalf of your late husband’s cousin, Anthony Middleton, who is the heir of the estate which you hold in trust.”