now saw overspreading Mr. Gryce's frame, to his very finger-ends.
"Mr. Cook need n't be concerned," remarked Mr. Gryce. "If he will take a glass of warm drink to fortify him for his walk, I think he may go to the lodgings Mr. Morris has provided for him without fear. Give the gent a glass, and let him mix for himself."
But it was full ten minutes before we were delivered of the man and his vain regrets. Mary's image had called up every latent feeling in his heart, and I could but wonder over a loveliness capable of swaying the low as well as the high. But at last he yielded to the seductions of the now wily Q, and departed.
Left alone with Mr. Gryce, I must have allowed some of the confused emotions which filled my breast to become apparent on my countenance; for after a few minutes of ominous silence, he exclaimed very grimly, and yet with a latent touch of that complacency I had before noticed:
"This discovery rather upsets you, does n't it? Well, it don't me," shutting his mouth like a trap. "I expected it."
"Your conclusions must differ very materially from mine," I returned; "or you would see that this discovery alters the complexion of the whole affair."
"It does not alter the truth."
"What is the truth?"
Mr. Gryce’s very legs grew thoughtful; his voice sank to its deepest tone. "Do you very much want to know?"
"Want to know the truth? What else are we after?"
"Then," said he, "to my notion, the complexion of things has altered, but very much for the better. As long as Eleanore was believed to be the wife, her action
