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When she attempted to enter into explanations relating to her errand, he rudely interrupted her. "Show me your cipher," he said; "I don't promise to study it unless I find it worth my while." Mrs. Westerfield was alarmed. "Do you mean that you want a large sum of money?" she asked. "I mean that I don't waste my time on easy ciphers invented by fools." She laid the slip of paper on his desk.
"Jump to a conclusion to please me. Do you think she's pretty?" Randal smiled and looked away. Let us see what our fine air and our easy life here will do for her. In so young a woman as she is, I am prepared for any sort of transformation. We may be all admiring pretty Miss Westerfield before another month is over our heads. Have any letters come for me while I have been away?"
She opened the door of her sitting-room and listened on the stairs. It still wanted for a few minutes to eight o'clock, when there was a ring at the house-bell. She ran down to open the door. The servant happened to be in the hall, and answered the bell. The next moment, the door was suddenly closed again. "Anybody there?" Mrs. Westerfield asked. "No, ma'am." This seemed strange.
Presty acknowledged, "after my son-in-law's little outbreak of temper. My poor Herbert, when will you understand that I mean no harm? I am an essentially humorous person; my wonderful spirits are always carrying me away. I do assure you, Miss Westerfield, I don't know what worry is. My troubles deaths in the family, and that sort of thing seem to slip off me in a most remarkable manner. Poor Mr.
Linley declared. "Let us hope not," Randal said, gravely. The members of the family at Mount Morven consulted together, before Sydney Westerfield was informed of her brother's disappearance and of her mother's death. Speaking first, as master of the house, Herbert Linley offered his opinion without hesitation.
Her husband and Sydney Westerfield together in the shrubbery and Sydney crying. Had Mrs. Presty's abominable suspicion of them reached their ears? or? No! that second possibility might be estimated at its right value by any other woman; not by Herbert Linley's wife. She snatched up the newspaper, and fixed her eyes on it in the hope of fixing her mind on it next.
"In the intervals of business, I had felt some uneasiness when I thought of Miss Westerfield's prospects. Your good brother at once set all anxiety on this subject at rest. "He proposed to place Miss Westerfield under the care of an old and dear friend of her late father Captain Bennydeck.
One of the servants of the hotel appeared outside in the passage. He spoke to some person behind him. "Perhaps the book has been left in here," he suggested. A gentle voice answered: "I hope the lady and gentleman will excuse me, if I ask leave to look for my book." She stepped into the room to make her apologies. Herbert Linley and Sydney Westerfield looked at the woman whom they had outraged.
Here again there was nothing to see but an empty room. Where was Miss Westerfield? Was it within the limits of probability that she had been bold enough to join the party in the smoking-room? The bare idea was absurd. In another minute, nevertheless, Mrs. Presty was at the door, listening. The men's voices were loud: they were talking politics.
All the witnesses agree that Mr. Westerfield thoroughly understood his profession. If he could have controlled himself, he might have risen to high rank in the Navy. His temper was his ruin. He quarreled with one of his superior officers " "Under strong provocation," said a member of the jury. "Under strong provocation," the foreman admitted.
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