He came to his feet quickly, a wild light in his eyes.

He faced his brother Richard.
Late in the afternoon Marion had telegraphed to Richard that Frank was coming.

He had been away visiting some poor and sick people, and when he came back to Greyhope it was too late to catch the train.

But the horses were harnessed straightway, and he was driven into town, a three-hours' drive.

He had left the horses at the stables, and, having a latch-key, had come in quietly.