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And then there were lower voices that Kate could not hear, and which therefore alarmed her; and Sylvia, puzzled and frightened, sat holding her hand, listening silently. Presently Mr. Wardour came in; and his look was graver than his tone; but it was so pitying, that in a moment Kate flew to his breast, and as he held her in his arms she cried, "O Papa! Papa!
Captain M'Intyre flew to her, as, struck dumb with the melancholy conviction of her father's ruin, she paused upon the threshold of the gateway. "Dear Miss Wardour," he said, "do not make yourself uneasy; my uncle is coming immediately, and I am sure he will find some way to clear the house of these rascals." "Alas! Captain M'Intyre, I fear it will be too late."
Wardour, and had often argued with Mary till he came in and put a sudden sharp stop to it; and now she usually defended herself with "Papa says " or "Mary says " and though she really thought she spoke the truth, she made them say such odd things, that it was no wonder Lady Barbara thought they had very queer notions of education, and that her niece had nothing to do but to unlearn their lessons.
Mercer that there seemed to be a doom on the family in the loss of the promising young man and- -The words were not spoken, but Kate knew that she was this greatest of all misfortunes to the family. Poor child! In the midst of all this, there was one comfort. She had not put aside what Mr. Wardour had told her about the Comforter she could always have.
On the lower, the Durnmelling side of the fence, were trees, shrubbery, and out-houses the chimney of one of which, the laundry, gave great offense to Mrs. Wardour, when, as she said, wind and wash came together.
"Nothing," Wardour answered. "Go or stay, it's all one to me." "I hope you don't really mean that?" said Crayford. "I do." "I am sorry to hear it, Wardour." Captain Helding answered the general suggestion in favor of volunteering by a question which instantly checked the rising enthusiasm of the meeting. "Well," he said, "suppose we say volunteers. Who volunteers to stop in the huts?"
"What is the reason," at length Miss Wardour asked the Antiquary, "why tradition has preserved to us such meagre accounts of the inmates of these stately edifices, raised with such expense of labour and taste, and whose owners were in their times personages of such awful power and importance?
Where is the harm to any one if we choose to have a few minutes' talk together now and then?" "Where, indeed?" responded Letty shyly. A tall shadow no shadow either, but the very person of Godfrey Wardour passed the opening in the wall of the hut where once had been a window, and the gloom it cast into the dusk within was awful and ominous.
The mass of waters, now dark and threatening, began to lift itself in larger ridges, and sink in deeper furrows, forming waves that rose high in foam upon the breakers, or burst upon the beach with a sound resembling distant thunder. Appalled by this sudden change of weather, Miss Wardour drew close to her father, and held his arm fast.
Amid the secret passages of the ruins, well known to Ochiltree, Lovel was to pass the night; but all rest was impossible by the discovery of two human figures, one of whom Lovel made out to be a German named Donsterswivel, a swindling impostor who promised discoveries of gold to Sir Arthur Wardour, gold buried in the ruins, and only to be unearthed by magic and considerable expenditure of ready money.
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