"You would not suffer in the slightest degree." "But there are several people in the room," he said, eyeing a sovereign I was turning over in my hand.
"How many ?" "There's Miss Forrest, her aunt, and Miss Staggles, besides a gentleman that came early in the evening." "That gentleman's name is Herod Voltaire," I said.
"Yes, sir, that's the name.

Well, I'll do as you wish me." I followed the servant, while Simon kept fast hold on Kaffar.

The man knocked at the door, while I stood close behind him, and the moment he opened the door I entered the room.
Never shall I forget the sight.

Evidently Voltaire had been claiming the fulfilment of her promise, for he was earnestly speaking when I entered, while Miss Forrest, pale as death, sat by an elderly lady, who I concluded to be her aunt.

Miss Staggles also sat near, as grim and taciturn as ever.
"It is nearly twelve o'clock," I heard Voltaire say, "and he's not here.
He dare not come; how dare he?
He has left the country, and will never return again." "But I am here," I said distinctly.
They all turned as I spoke, and Miss Forrest gave a scream.