Emily entered the abode of her early years, and the memories of the past came crowding thick upon her. She seemed to realize that her sorrows were near an end, but the hope which such a pleasant thought inspired could not entirely overcome the gloom which the scene around her was calculated to produce. It was here she had often rambled with her father, and a thousand trivial incidents presented themselves to remind her of him.
As she entered the house, she clung to the arm of Vernon, as though she was entering the abode of evil spirits; for, with all the memories of the past, she could not forget that the home of her childhood was inhabited by her inhuman uncle.
She had been but a short time seated in the old, familiar drawing-room, like a stranger now, when De Guy entered, to request her presence in the library. She rose, and looked at Vernon, who, understanding the glance, approached, as if to bear her company.
"This gentleman had better remain here," suggested De Guy.
"I prefer that he should attend me," said Emily, firmly, even while her heart rose to her throat, at the thought of meeting her uncle.
"But really, madam, his presence would embarrass the business of the interview."
"He is a friend," stammered Emily, "and is acquainted with all the circumstances of this affair."
"I will attend her, sir," said Vernon, who had before remained silent.
"Pardon me," said the attorney, looking sharply at Vernon, "but it will be impossible to transact any business in presence of others."
"Lead on," said Vernon, sternly; "I will attend the lady, in spite of all objections."