"No, no; only I—I—must be off. Does anybody know anything of Sir Francis Varney?"
"We did know something of him," said the admiral, "a little while ago; but he's taken himself off. Don't you do so likewise. If you've got anything to say, stop and say it, like an Englishman."
"Stuff! stuff!" said Mortimer, impatiently. "What do you all want here?"
"Why, Sir Francis Varney," said Henry,—"and I care not if the whole world heard it—is the persecutor of my family."
"How? in what way?"
"He has the reputation of a vampyre; he has hunted me and mine from house and home."
"Indeed!"
"Yes," cried Dr. Chillingworth; "and, by some means or another, he seems determined to get possession of Bannerworth Hall."
"Well, gentlemen," said Mortimer, "I promise you that I will inquire into this. Mr. Chillingworth, I did not expect to meet you. Perhaps the least we say to each other is, after all, the better."
"Let me ask but one question," said Dr. Chillingworth, imploringly.