A sudden terror seemed to chill my very heart. "The Earl is ill!" I said to myself. "Dying, perhaps!" And I hastily prepared to leave the house.
"No bad news, Sir, I hope?" my landlady said, as she saw me out. "The boy said as some one had arrived unexpectedly——."
"I hope that is it!" I said. But my feelings were those of fear rather than of hope: though, on entering the house, I was somewhat reassured by finding luggage lying in the entrance, bearing the initials "E.L."
"It's only Eric Lindon after all!" I thought, half relieved and half annoyed. "Surely she need not have sent for me for that!"
Lady Muriel met me in the passage. Her eyes were gleaming——but it was the excitement of joy, rather than of grief. "I have a surprise for you!" she whispered.
"You mean that Eric Lindon is here?" I said, vainly trying to disguise the involuntary bitterness of my tone. "'The funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage-tables,'" I could not help repeating to myself. How cruelly I was misjudging her!
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