“I am not at liberty to mention anything of my mission; where it was to, what it was for, or anything at all about it. Such matters are in confidence between Mr. Trelawny and myself; I am pledged to absolute secrecy.”
He paused, and an embarrassed look crept over his face. Suddenly he said:
“You are sure, Miss Trelawny, your Father is not well enough to see me today?”
A look of wonderment was on her face in turn. But it cleared at once;—she stood up, saying in a tone in which dignity and graciousness were blended:
“Come and see for yourself!” She moved toward her father’s room; he followed, and I brought up the rear.
Mr. Corbeck entered the sick-room as though he knew it. There is an unconscious attitude or bearing to persons in new surroundings which there is no mistaking. Even in hi
