Supper was quickly served; the oldest
bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was
tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. . The Wastrel did not relish this. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon
him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her
gaze. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in
Annabel’s future. Sheppard, whose distress at the consumption of the provisions had been
somewhat allayed by the anticipation of the intruder's departure after he had
satisfied his appetite, was now terrified in the extreme by seeing a light
approach, and hearing footsteps on the stairs. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. "Because the prisoner's arrival might disturb you—ha! ha!"
"I'll lay you twenty guineas you don't take him to-night," rejoined Austin. "
"You did right," returned Trenchard. Then Capes shifted his eyes to her microscope and the little trays
of unmounted sections beside it. She really must not go to that affair. "What's become of Ruth?"
"Gone to her room. "
CHAPTER V. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object.
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