"I want to talk to you.

Had you finished your dinner ?" "Quite, thank you.

You look very ill to-night," Lionel added, as he drew a chair to the fire; and his tone insensibly became gentle, as he gazed on his uncle's pale face.
"How can I look otherwise?
This trouble is worrying me to death.

Lionel, I have discovered, beyond doubt, that it was one of you young men who was in the lane that night." Lionel, who was then leaning over the fire, turned his head with a quick, surprised gesture towards Mr.Verner.The latter proceeded to tell Lionel the substance of the communication made to him by Mrs.Tynn.
Lionel sat, bending forward, his elbow on his knee, and his fingers unconsciously running amidst the curls of his dark chestnut hair, as he listened to it.

He did not interrupt the narrative, or speak at its conclusion.
"You see, Lionel, it appears certain to have been some one belonging to this house." "Yes, sir.