"It is not possible Mr.
Wynter can be back to-night." The eldest daughter came to the back of her mother's chair.
"Listen, mamma," she said; "or shall I look if it is papa ?" "No indeed, my dear.

It can't be.

Walter!" for one of the boys was cautiously unlatching the door, "come away, I beg." Meanwhile all listened, so very extraordinary did it seem that anybody should come unannounced, so late, and on such a night.
Presently the door opened, and everybody's eyes, as well as ears, were in requisition, though there was only a card to exercise them on.
"A gentleman, ma'am, who says he has come a long way to see master, and would you speak to him for a moment ?" Mrs.Wynter took up the card, and her daughter read it over her shoulder.
"Leigh Beresford ?" she said.

"I do not know the name at all.

You said Mr.Wynter was from home ?" "Yes, ma'am.