Here she found a servant, whom she sent into the marquee with a
message for Mr. Eversleigh, to inquire if he could explain Sir Oswald's
sudden departure.
The man entered the tent, in obedience to his mistress; and Lady
Eversleigh seated herself on a camp-stool, at a little distance,
awaiting the issue of her message.
She had been waiting only a few moments, when she saw Victor Carrington
approaching her hurriedly--not from the marquee, but from the pathway
by which she herself had come. There was an unwonted agitation about
his manner as he approached her, which, in her present state of nervous
apprehension, filled her with alarm.
She went to meet him, pale and trembling.
"I have been looking for you everywhere, Lady Eversleigh," he said,
hurriedly.
"You have been looking for me? Something has happened then-Sir
Oswald--"
"Yes, it is, unhappily, of Sir Oswald I have to speak."
"Speak quickly, then. What has happened? You are agonizing me, Mr.
Carrington--for pity's sake, speak! Your face fills me with fear!"
"Your fears are, unhappily, too well founded. Sir Oswald has been
thrown from his horse, on his way across the moor, and lies dangerously
hurt, at the ruins of Yarborough Tower--that black building on the edge
of the moor yonder. A lad has just brought me the tidings."
"Let me go to him--for heaven's sake, let me go at once! Dangerously
hurt--he is dangerously hurt, you say?"
"I fear so, from the boy's account.
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