"Yes, it was about you, sis. But you will soon be as well and happy as ever, won't you?" anxiously.
"To be sure, Evan; we will both get well very fast. We have got so much to live for, and we are too young to die."
CHAPTER XLI.
SIR CLIFFORD HEATHERCLIFFE.
It is the opening hour of Clifford Heath's trial.
The court room is crowded to its utmost capacity; never has there occurred a trial there so intensely interesting to all W——.
The prisoner is a little paler, a little graver than his ordinary self. But is his ordinary self in every other respect; as proud of bearing, as self-possessed, as handsome, and distingue as ever.
Beside him sits Mr. O'Meara, alone. Mr. Wedron, after all his labor, and his seeming interest, is unaccountably absent; unaccountably, at least, so far as the opposition, the prisoner, the judge, jury, and all the spectators are concerned. Mr. O'Meara seems not at all disturbed by his absence, and evidently understands all about it.
Near the prisoner sits a man who causes a buzz of inquiry to run through the entire audience.