“I knew you would be, sir, when you came to hear of it,” returned the old servant, watching the young man’s white face, and almost pitying him, even while he did not like him, for he knew that the information he had just given him was Raymond Challoner’s deathblow to the expectation of inheriting a penny from his uncle.
“Is he within, and can I see him?” asked the young man, pulling himself together by a mighty effort. “Dan, I must see him!”
The old servitor looked exceedingly uncomfortable, as he answered with hesitancy:
“I am sorry, Mr. Ray, but my orders from him were to deny you admittance if you ever came here and asked for him.”
CHAPTER XXIX.
“LEAVE MY HOUSE.”
“To look for thee, sigh for thee, cry for thee
Under my breath;
To clasp but a shade where thy head hath been laid,
It is death.
“To long for thee, yearn for thee, sigh for thee,