"The new tenant," she gasped—and I think it was the only time I ever saw Lady Chandos excited; she, who imparted always the idea of calmness intensified; who had reproached Mrs. Chandos with allowing emotion to sway her! "The man by our entrance-gates!"
"Yes, yes! what of him?" cried Mr. Chandos, when she stopped from pain. "My dear mother, what has alarmed you?"
"It is Edwin Barley."
"Who?" almost shouted Mr. Chandos.
"Edwin Barley. Here at our very gates!"
Whatever calamity the words might imply, it seemed nearly to overwhelm Mr. Chandos. He dropped his mother's hands, and stood looking at her.
"Is the agreement signed, Harry?"
"Yes."
"Then we cannot get rid of him! What can have brought him here? Here, of all places in the world! Chance, think you?"
"No. Chance it cannot have been. I told you the new tenant had an ill-favoured face. He——"