"I dare say you mean well, my dear Reginald; but there are
some subjects which I will suffer no man to approach."
"I beg your pardon, sir. Then, in that case, I can tell you nothing. I
fancied that it was my duty to bring you any information that reached
me; but I defer to you entirely. The subject is a most unhappy one, and
I am glad to be spared the pain involved in speaking of it."
"What do you mean?" said the baronet. "If you have anything to tell
me--anything that can throw light upon the mystery of my wife's
flight--speak out, and speak quickly. I am almost mad, Reginald.
Forgive me, if I spoke harshly just now. You are my nephew, and the
mask I wear before the world may be dropped in your presence."
"I know nothing personally of Lady Eversleigh's disappearance," said
Reginald; "but I have good reason to believe that Miss Graham could
tell you much, if she chose to speak out. She has hinted at being in
the secret, and I think it only right you should question her."
"I will question her," answered sir Oswald, starting to his feet. "Send
her to me, Reginald."
Mr. Eversleigh left his uncle, and Miss Graham very speedily appeared--
looking the very image of unconscious innocence--and quite unable to
imagine what "dear Sir Oswald" could want with her.
The baronet came to the point very quickly, and before Lydia had time
for consideration, she had been made to give a full account of the
scene which she had witnessed on the previous evening between Victor
Carrington and Honoria.
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