“Oh, papa! how can you say that, when you know that his mind was perfectly clear?” Editha exclaimed, reproachfully.
“Did you invite Mr. Felton here to-day to argue this point with me?” he demanded sharply of her.
“I asked him, as he has stated, to prepare the necessary papers to settle this money upon Mr. Wayne, hoping that he might convince you that it is best to allow me to do so.”
“Indeed!”
“You know Earle’s time expired yesterday, and I am expecting him every moment,” Editha said, with some agitation.
“You are expecting him every moment!” repeated Mr. Dalton, growing excited also, though in a different way, and from a different cause.
He had not forgotten the night that he had stolen into her library and tampered with the package committed to her care, nor what secrets that package contained.
“Yes, sir; I wrote to him to come directly here as soon as he was free.”
“And, pray, did you tell him what he was to come for?” thundered Mr. Dalton, in a rage.
“I told him I had a message for him, and also a package belonging to him,” Editha said, quietly.