[CHAPTER V.]
"Father, where is Golden this morning?"
Old Hugh Glenalvan looked up with a frightened start as his son came into his presence with a stern brow and heavy footstep.
It was the morning after the Glenalvans' little party, and the old man was sitting in the sunny bay-window, thinking of his little sunbeam, as he called her lovingly in his thoughts.
Old Dinah had been in and brought him a message to say that she was very lonely and wished her grandpa to come and see her and bring her a bunch of roses. He was just thinking of doing so, when John Glenalvan came frowningly into his presence.
"Father, where is Golden this morning?" he asked, sharply, and the old man trembled with fear of, he knew not what, as he replied:
"She is up in the haunted rooms where you told me to put her, John."
"Come with me. I wish to see her," he said, and the old man's face grew ashen pale as he asked:
"What is the matter? Has Golden done anything, John?"