I am his servant.

I----" "Get out of this, however you are," thundered old Silas, "or by Heaven I will let the dog on you again!" and he pointed to Stomp, who was struggling wildly with the two Kafirs.
The man paused and looked at the dog, then, with a final shake of the fist, he departed at a run down the avenue, turning once only to look if the dog were coming.
With empty eyes Bessie watched him go, taking no more notice of him than she had of the noise of the fighting.

Then, as though struck by a thought, she turned and went into the sitting-room.
"What is all this, Bessie ?" said her uncle, following her.

"What does the man mean about Frank Muller ?" "It means, uncle dear," she said at last, in a voice that was something between a sob and a laugh, "that I am a widow before I am married.

John is dead!" "Dead! dead!" said the old man, putting his hand to his forehead and turning round in a dazed sort of fashion, "John dead!" "Read the letter," said Bessie, handing him Frank Muller's missive.
The old man took and read it.