I refused to believe it; and she gave me a
letter from Vane's solicitor informing her of the fact."
"Poor beggar!" said Lord Crosland.
Sir Tancred was silent; he was staring at nothing with sombre eyes.
Lord Crosland looked at him compassionately; presently he said, "It
explains your face--the change in it. I was wondering at it. I
couldn't understand it."
"What change? What's the matter with my face?" said Sir Tancred
indifferently.
"Well, you used to be a cheerful-looking beggar, don't you know. Now
you look like what do you call him--who fell from Heaven--Lucifer, son
of the Morning. I read about him at Vane's, mugging up poetry for that
exam."
"You'll hardly believe it," said Sir Tancred very seriously, "but I
took to reading books myself at Beauleigh, when I got all
right--reading books and mooning about. I had no energy. I went and
saw Vane's solicitor of course; but he could tell me nothing, or
wouldn't tell me. Said his client had called on him, and told him to
inform my stepmother of Pamela's death, and had not told him where she
died, or where he was now living. I fancied he was keeping something
back; but I had no energy, and I didn't drag it out of him. I went to
Stanley House; it was to be let.
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