"They had a difficulty over cards—Morgan and Jervais," the old gentleman spoke in a low voice. "When I got there Lemuel was—dead. If I could only have gotten there sooner!" he ended, his whole figure shaking with emotion.
Natalia leaned heavily against the wall.
"Where is Morgan?" she finally asked.
"There was only one place for him to go to—the jail. It seems to have been a very bitter fight,—the slavery question was at the back of it,—you know the type of Jervais' followers. I knew the jail was the only safe place for him—I was powerless to stem the crowd."
"Is he safe—now?"
"Yes."
Suddenly Natalia tore the veil from her head and threw it away from her.
"Will you take me to him, Uncle Felix—now—at once?"
The old gentleman drew back, startled by her vehemence.
"Not to-night, Natalia. It is no place for you."