Adela was not at the breakfast-table the next morning. Her father
looked very gloomy, and Mrs. Cathcart grimly satisfied, with _I told you
so_ written on her face as plainly as I have now written it on the paper.
How she came to know anything about it, I can only conjecture.
CHAPTER VIII.
WHAT NEXT?
Harry called early, and was informed that the colonel was not at home.
"Something's the matter, Mr. Armstrong," said Beeves. "Master's not at
home to you to-day, he says, nor any other day till he countermands the
order--that was the word, sir. I'm sure I am very sorry, sir."
"So am I," said Harry. "How's your mistress?"
"Haven't seen her to-day, sir. Emma says she's poorly. But she is down.
Emma looks as if she knew something and wouldn't tell it. I'll get it out
of her though, sir. We'll be having that old Wade coming about the house
again, I'm afeard, sir. _He's_ no good."
"At all events you will let your master know that I have called," said
Harry, as he turned disconsolately, to take his departure.
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