"Does he know about everything?"
"Everything, I think. We have discussed it all, and he will tell you. But he is coming again in the morning."
Oswald had spoken as he shook hands with Miss Davenal. Another moment and they were alone together: the young Scotch lady had left the room.
"Mr. Oswald Cray, you must tell me all you know of this unhappy business, from beginning to end," said Miss Davenal. "I have come to you for the information, and I beg you to conceal nothing. Is Mark Cray in danger?"
Oswald scarcely knew in what sense to take the word. He hesitated as he looked at Miss Davenal.
"How has it all come about? Let me hear the whole of it; the best and the worst. His wife professes to know nothing, and it was of no use my asking her. The water has got into the mine."
"It is said to be overflowing it; but particulars are not ascertained yet," replied Oswald, as he proceeded to speak of what he knew.
It was not much, for he was nearly as much in the dark as they were. Miss Davenal listened with compressed lips.
At the conclusion of the interview, Oswald took Miss Davenal out to the fly upon his arm, placed her in it, and turned to Sara.
"The last time I saw you I had a journey in my head," he said in a low tone; "I told you I was going to Spain."