Yet the instinct of her sex might have told her the truth, and probably it would have but that it was blunted, or rather not exercised, by reason of her preoccupation.
"Have you the key, Mr.Denzil ?" said she eagerly.
"No; but I have seen the landlord, and he has given us permission to go over the house.

A charwoman who is cleaning up the place will let us in." "A charwoman," repeated Miss Vrain, stopping short, "and cleaning up the house! Is it, then, about to receive a new tenant ?" "Oh, no; but the landlord wishes it to be aired and swept; to keep it in some degree of order, I presume." "What is the name of this woman ?" "Mrs.Kebby." "The same mentioned in the newspaper reports as having waited on my unhappy father ?" "The same," replied Lucian, with some hesitation; "but I would advise you, Miss Vrain, not to question her too closely about your father." "Why not?
Ah! I see; you think her answers about his drinking habits will give me pain.

No matter; I am prepared for all that.

I don't blame him so much as those who drove him to intemperance.

Is this the house ?" she said, looking earnestly at the neglected building before which they were standing.
"Yes," replied Lucian, ringing the bell, "it was in this house that your father came to his untimely end.