29/32 Goren!' Embarrassed, and not quite alive to the chapter of facts this name should have opened to him, Evan bowed again. He had a cracked voice, that when he spoke a word of two syllables, commenced with a lugubrious crow, and ended in what one might have taken for a curious question. I 'm not the best messenger for such tidings. It's a black suit, young man! It's your father!' The diplomatist and his lady gradually edged back but Rose remained beside the Countess, who breathed quick, and seemed to have lost her self-command. He 's to be buried in his old uniform. |