Jeffreys could not help smiling.
“By what stretch of ingenuity do you make that out?”
“It was I suggested your coaxing Percy out, you know; I might have been the death of you both.”
“You did not send the wind, did you, or the mist? If you did, of course you are quite entitled to all the credit.”
“Don’t laugh about it, please. Percy was telling me how if it had not been for you—”
“He would never have been in any danger. Perhaps he is right. By the way. Miss Atherton, is there any chance of seeing him?”
“He has asked for you already; but auntie, I believe, would have a fit if you went near him. She seems to consider you are his evil genius; instead of being just the opposite. Tell me how Julius is—he went with you, did he not?”
“I have been out this morning to bury Julius at the place where he fell.”
Raby, already unduly excited by the events of the past few days, broke into tears, and at the same moment Scarfe, descending the stairs, stood before them.
He looked first at Jeffreys, next at the girl. Then, taking her arm, he said—