"Never!" with triumphant malice.
"I have one card yet to play," began the other, slowly.
A light step suddenly crossed the threshold, and Elinor Glenalvan appeared in the room, bearing a waiter with a substantial supper arranged upon it.
"Papa, were you growing impatient?" she asked; then her startled eyes fell on Bertram Chesleigh, meeting a glance of fiery scorn.
"You here!" she gasped.
The waiter fell from her nerveless hands, and its contents crashed upon the floor.
[CHAPTER XLVI.]
"Yes, Miss Glenalvan, it is I," was the answer, as his burning eyes devoured her pale, frightened face. "Did you take me for a ghost?"
"Why should I take you for a ghost?" she faltered, trembling, but trying to brave it out with an air of defiance.