No surprise was expressed in his grave, earnest, listening countenance.

When the Captain had finished his narrative, with an account of the fever that rendered his presence at once necessary, a faint flush dyed his forehead.
"I shall be certain now," he thought.

"I only saw Agnes Darling's husband once, and then for a moment; but I shall know him again if I ever see him." "I shall be with you directly," he said, rising; "as soon as they saddle my horse." He rang the bell and gave the order.

By the time his cap and coat were on, and a few other preparations made, the hostler had the horse at the door.
It was quite dark now; but the road was white with snow and the two men rode rapidly to the Hall with the strong January wind blowing in their faces.

They went upstairs at once, and Doctor Frank, with an odd sensation, followed the master of Danton Hall across the threshold of that mysterious Mr.Richards' room.
The Captain's son lay in a feverish sleep, tossing wildly and raving incoherently.