He ceased quivering all at once.
“You are going to meet him!” he cried, in another voice. “Yes, yes, it is so,—it is so. I will tell you all.”
“Keep it to yourself, Mr. Manners,” I replied, with repugnance, “I have heard all I wish. Where is he?” I demanded.
“Hold the path until you come to him. And God bless—”
I shook my head.
“No, not that! Do you go back to the company and make some excuse for me. Do not alarm them. And if you get the chance, tell Lord Comyn where to come.”
I waited until I saw him under the lights of the Grand Walk, and fairly running. Then I swung on my heel. I was of two minds whether to wait for Comyn, by far the wiser course. The unthinking recklessness I had inherited drove me on.
CHAPTER XLI. THE WILDERNESS
My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and presently I made out a bench ahead, with two black figures starting from it. One I should have known on the banks of the Styx. From each came a separate oath as I stopped abreast them, and called the duke by name.