That evening, I was as uneasy as the commander-in-chief of an army on the eve of a great battle. I had an enemy to confront and conquer—a reputation already sullied to restore to its former brightness.
I could not help some anxiety as to the result.
In the morning, I met my friends at the appointed place; and as the clock struck ten, we started for the residence of Mrs Hyland.
As we came within sight of the house, I perceived Lenore at the window. She recognised us, rose from her seat, and disappeared towards the back of the room. When I rang the bell, the door was opened by herself.
Without hesitating, she conducted us all three into the parlour, where we found Adkins and Mrs Hyland.
The latter appeared to be no little astonished by our unexpected entrance; but as for Adkins himself, he looked more like a frightened maniac than a man.
“What does this mean?” exclaimed Mrs Hyland, in a voice that expressed more alarm than indignation.
“These gentlemen have called to see you on business, mother,” said her daughter. “There is nothing to fear from them. They are our friends.”
Having said this, Lenore requested us to be seated; and we complied.
Adkins did not speak; but I could read from the play of his features, that he knew the game was up, and that he had lost.