CHAPTER XIV.
In the late twilight the iron-gray horses stopped before the door and Jenny got out of the carriage.
She ran lightly as a cat up the veranda steps and suddenly stood in the garden-hall before Frank Linden, who sat at the table alone. Gertrude's plate was untouched.
"So late, Jenny?" he asked.
"I want to speak to Gertrude."
"You will find my--wife in her room."
Jenny cast a quick glance at him from her bright eyes. Had the blow fallen? She had nearly died of anxiety at home.
"Is not Gertrude well?" she inquired, innocently.
He hesitated a moment.
"She seems rather excited and tired. I think something has happened to disturb her in the course of the day."