. Man and wife : a novel. n due time. Miss Lundiewas unable to leave her room. She sent a letter toher uncle, with her love—and begged he wouldread it. Sir Patrick opened the letter, and saw whatAnne had written to Blanche. He waited a little, reflecting, with evident painand anxiety, on what he had read—then openedhis own letters, and hurriedly looked at the signa-tures. There was nothing for him from his friend,the sheriff, at Edinburgh, and no communicationfrom the railway, in the shape of a telegram. Hehad decided, overnight, on waiting till the end ofthe week before he interfered in the m
. Man and wife : a novel. n due time. Miss Lundiewas unable to leave her room. She sent a letter toher uncle, with her love—and begged he wouldread it. Sir Patrick opened the letter, and saw whatAnne had written to Blanche. He waited a little, reflecting, with evident painand anxiety, on what he had read—then openedhis own letters, and hurriedly looked at the signa-tures. There was nothing for him from his friend,the sheriff, at Edinburgh, and no communicationfrom the railway, in the shape of a telegram. Hehad decided, overnight, on waiting till the end ofthe week before he interfered in the matter ofBlanches marriage. The events of the morningdetermined him on not waiting another returned to the breakfast-room, to pourout his masters coff*ee. Sir Patrick sent him awayagain, with a second message. FORWARDS. 121 Do you know wliere Lady Lundie is^ Duncan T Yes, Sir Patrick/^ My compliments to her ladyship. If she isnot otherwise engaged, I shall be glad to speak toher privately, in an hour^s time/. CHAPTER THE THIRTIETH. DROPPED.
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