Sabina had learnt this from his valet.
It was almost a relief to her when the footman, approaching with a salute, announced that Sir George wished to see her in the library.
She turned pale at the summons. She could not help showing emotion, even in the presence of the servant.
But the exhibition went no further; and, recovering her proud air, she followed him in the direction of the library.
Her heart again sank as she entered. She saw that her father was alone, and by his serious look she knew she was approaching an ordeal.
It was a strange expression, that upon Sir George’s face. She had expected anger. It was not there. Nor even severity. The look more resembled one of sadness.
And there was the same in the tone of his voice as he spoke to her.
“Take a seat, my child,” were his first words, as he motioned her to a sofa.
She obeyed without making answer.
She reached the sofa not an instant too soon. She felt so crushed in spirit, she could not have kept upon her feet much longer.