“Dreadful?”
“Yes! Let me tell you first how you can serve me. I am in search of a man who has done me the cruelest wrong that one human creature can inflict on another. But the chances are all against me—I am only a woman; and I don’t know how to take even the first step toward discovery.”
“You will know, when I guide you.”
He reminded her tenderly of what she might expect from him, and was rewarded by a grateful look. Seeing nothing, suspecting nothing, they advanced together nearer and nearer to the end.
“Once or twice,” Emily continued, “I spoke to you of my poor father, when we were at Monksmoor—and I must speak of him again. You could have no interest in inquiring about a stranger—and you cannot have heard how he died.”
“Pardon me, I heard from Mr. Wyvil how he died.”
“You heard what I had told Mr. Wyvil,” Emily said: “I was wrong.”
“Wrong!” Mirabel exclaimed, in a tone of courteous surprise. “Was it not a sudden death?”
“It was a sudden death.”
“Caused by disease of the heart?”