"I am sure I don't know, miss. I dare say he's gone out. He is up the
next flight."
"May I ask you to inquire if he is in? If not, would you be so kind as
to leave this note?"
The woman took it with a rather discontented suspicious air, but finding
it was accompanied by a coin of the realm, went on her errand with great
alacrity. Katherine followed slowly.
"You're to walk up at once; he's in," said the emissary, meeting her at
the top of the stair.
At the door stood Errington, her note in his hand, and a serious, uneasy
expression on his countenance. Katherine was very white; her eyes were
dilated with a look of fear and distress.
"Pray come in," said Errington; and he closed the door behind her. "I
fear you are in some difficulty. You can speak without reserve; I am
quite alone."
Katherine was aware of passing through a small room with doors right and
left, and possessing only a couple of chairs and a small table; through
this Errington led her to his sitting-room, which was almost lined with
books, and comfortably furnished. He placed a chair for her, and
returned to his own seat by a table at which he had been writing.
"The last time I came it was in the hope of assisting _you_ by my
confession; now I have come to beg for your help--" She stopped
abruptly.
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