“Ah, ha!” says uncle, “you are a good fellow. Off with you, the night is falling!”
I took the sad letter which was to announce Donovan’s madness to his parents in Scotland—the blessed letter which was going to send Emma’s lover from her.
George Macbeth Esq.,
12, Trafalgar Street,
Glasgow,
(Ecosse).
The writing of the address gave me food for thought.
Only a few vestiges of the former flowing script made it resemble Lerne’s handwriting, but most of the letters and the general appearance, denoted a “graphic spirit” the exact opposite of that of long ago. Graphology is never at fault. Its decrees are infallible. The writer of this address had changed altogether.
In his youth, my uncle had given proof of every virtue. What vices were now not his, and how he must hate me, he who had loved me so much!
CHAPTER IX
THE AMBUSH
The father of Macbeth came to fetch him without delay, accompanied by his other son. Since Lerne had written to him, nothing new had taken place at Fonval. The mystery went on, and more arrangements were made against my person.