CHAPTER XXXIV.
| "Is there no constancy in earthly things? No happiness in us but what must alter? No life without the heavy load of fortune? What miseries we are, and to ourselves! Even then, when full content sits by us, What daily sores and sorrows!" Beaumont & Fletcher. |
Mr. Delancey hurried from the court-room to his own house. He said nothing about what had occurred, to his wife, but, stern and silent, took his seat in the breakfast-room, waiting for the morning meal to be served.
"Go to Miss Della's room," said he, to a servant, who entered, "and tell her I wish her to fill her place at table this morning."
The servant returned in a moment, telling his master that he had knocked loudly, but received no answer, and he could hear no one stirring in the room.
"And has Ruth been by the door constantly, as I bade her?"
"She has, sir; but says she has heard no sound in the room since the usual hour for retiring last night."
"She can't be asleep at this hour," said Mrs. Delancey, looking up from the morning paper.