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upon me suddenly again that he might be one of those persons who are described as "being known to the police," and that Mr. Carmel had possibly sent constables to arrest him.
I waited breathlessly at the window, to see what would come of it. In a minute more, from the direction in which I had been looking for a party of burly policemen, there arrived only my fragile friend, Laura Grey, who had walked down the road to see whether Mr. and Mrs. Jermyn were coming.
Encouraged by this reinforcement, I instantly opened the hall-door, and looked boldly out. The enemy had completely disappeared.
"Did you see him?" I exclaimed.
"See whom?" she asked.
"Come in quickly," I answered. And when I had shut the hall-door, and again bolted it, I continued. "The man in the steward's house. He was on the steps this moment."
"No, I did not see him; but I was not looking towards the hall-door. I was looking up at the trees, counting the broken boughs--there are thirteen trees injured on the right hand, as you come up."
"I think he can merely have meant, as he says, to warn us against making his acquaintance," said Miss Grey; "his letter says only that."
"I wish Mr. Carmel would stay about home," I said, "or else that the steward's house were locked up."
I suppose all went right about the boating party, and that Mrs. Jermyn got my note in good time.
No one called at Malory; the dubious stranger did not invade our steps again. We had constant intelligence of his movements from Rebecca Torkill; and there was nothing eccentric or suspicious about them, so far as we could learn.
Another evening passed, and another morning came; no letter by the post, Rebecca hastened to tell us, for our involuntary guest; a certain sign, she conjectured, that we were to have him for another day. Till money arrived he could not, it was plain, resume his journey.
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