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At length, tired of running about, Lenora seated herself by her father and fixed her clear and questioning gaze on his face. "Don't be so excited, my good child," said he. "We shall know nothing to-day; but we may, perhaps, to-morrow. Moderate your joy, my daughter; if it please Heaven to decide against your hope in this matter your grief will be more easily conquered."
"Shoot him if he tries to run out. I'll search in the packing-cases. He might be dangerous." The Professor, out of breath, was leaning against one of the pillars, his arm passed around it for support. Lenora, with Quest and French, searched hastily amongst the packing-cases. Suddenly there was a loud crack, the sound of falling masonry, followed by a scream from Laura.
"It is Monsieur Denecker," continued he: "the wealthy merchant, you know, who sits near me at church and lives at the château of Echelpoel." "Oh, yes! I remember him, father; he always speaks to me so kindly, and never fails to help me from the carriage when we go to church." "But your eyes ask, I see, Lenora, whether he is coming alone. Another person will accompany him, my girl!"
Lenora hastened to the further end of the room, snatched the cloth from the instrument and wheeled down the little mirror with its coils and levers. The Professor watched her. Slowly his face changed. The benevolence faded away, his teeth for a moment showed in something which was almost a snarl. "You believe me?" he cried, turning to Quest.
Carter herself, and many were the reproving looks which the people had cast toward Lenora for the trick she had put upon them.
Rapidly the summer was passing away, and as autumn drew near the wise gossips of Glenwood began to whisper that the lady from the East was in danger of being supplanted in her rights by the widow, whose house Mr. Hamilton was known to visit two or three times each week. But Lenora had always some plausible story on hand.
"The Professor is just one of those amiable old idiots, absorbed in his mouldy old work, who would never notice anything," Lenora persisted. "He is just the man to be completely hoodwinked by a clever servant." "There is some sense in what the kid says," Laura remarked, strolling up.
Before him was Craig, with a little band around his forehead and the mirror where they could all see it. The Professor stood a little in the background. Laura and French were side by side, gazing with distended eyes at the blank mirror, and Lenora was doing her best to soothe the terrified niece. Twice Quest's teeth came together and once he almost reeled.
Early though it was, Lenora was already in her place, bending over her desk, and Laura, who had just arrived, was busy divesting herself of her coat and hat. Quest watched the latter impatiently. "Well?" he asked. Laura came forward, straightening her hair with her hands. "No go," she answered.
Lenora seemed strong and resolute, although she was about to quit the place of her birth and separate herself, perhaps forever, from all she had loved from infancy, from those aged groves beneath whose shadows the dawn of love first broke upon her heart, from that remembered tree at whose feet the timid avowal of Gustave's passion had fallen on her ear.
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