"Poor Sir Oswald! What
could he expect when he disgraced himself by such a marriage?"
Reginald Eversleigh leaned back in the carriage, with his arum folded,
and his eyes fixed on vacancy, while the ladies gossipped in whispers.
* * * * *
CHAPTER IX.
ON YARBOROUGH TOWER.
No sooner had Victor Carrington got completely clear of the wood, than
he drove his horse at a gallop.
The light gig swayed from side to side, and jolted violently several
times on crossing some obstruction in the way.
"You are not afraid?" asked Victor.
"I am only afraid of delay," answered Honoria, calmly; for by this time
she had recovered much of her ordinary firmness, and was prepared to
face her sorrow with at least outward tranquillity. "Tell me, Mr.
Carrington, have you reason to think that my husband is in great
danger?"
"I can tell you nothing for certain. You know how stupid the country
people are. The boy who brought the message told me that the gentleman
had been thrown from his horse, and was very much hurt. He was
insensible, and was injured about the head. I gathered from this, and
from the boy's manner, rather than his words, that the injuries were
very serious."
"Why was Sir Oswald taken to such a wretched place as a ruined tower?"
"Because the accident happened near the ruin; and your husband was
found by the people who have charge of the tower.
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