The Terror was coming to Varenac in spite of turncoats.
"Ça ira!"
CHAPTER XXVI
A BLIND ATONEMENT
Sir Stephen Berrington sat alone in the library at the Manor of Varenac.
Not that he was fond of his own company. Peste! He hated it. But there was no alternative just now.
Morry's sister had gone to Kérnak with that young fool Michael to keep her company, and Morry himself had not arrived.
Too bad that! If it had not been for Morry's over-persuasion he would never have left town.
He was none too fond of my Lord Denningham's company. The fellow was all right at the card-table, but otherwise he was a demned wet blanket.