"Yes," he answered, looking at her in wonder.
"I have a note for you, sir. Please read it and give me an answer at once."
He took it, tore off the envelope, and read the few lines that Bonnibel had penned, while a frown gathered on his brow.
"Well, sir?"
"Wait a moment."
He took a gold pencil from his pocket and hastily scribbled a few lines on the back of Bonnibel's sheet. Lucy, watching him curiously under the glare of gas-light, saw that he was deadly pale, and trembled like a leaf.
"Give this to your mistress," he said, putting the sheet back in the torn envelope, "and tell her that I am gone."
He turned away and walked rapidly out of sight.
Lucy sighed, she could not have told why, and turned back along the hall.
"Hold, girl!" exclaimed a hoarse, passionate voice behind her.