So Milly, in mute haste, withdrew, followed closely by L'Amour.




CHAPTER XXXVII

_DOCTOR BRYERLY EMERGES_


When Milly joined me at breakfast, her eyes were red and swollen. She was
still sniffing with that little sobbing hiccough, which betrays, even were
there no other signs, recent violent weeping. She sat down quite silent.

'Is he worse, Milly?' I enquired, anxiously.

'No, nothing's wrong wi' him; he's right well,' said Milly, fiercely.

'What's the matter then, Milly dear?'

'The poisonous old witch! 'Twas just to tell the Gov'nor how I'd said 'twas
Cormoran that came by the po'shay last night.'

'And who is Cormoran?' I enquired.

'Ay, there it is; I'd like to tell, and you want to hear--and I just
daren't, for he'll send me off right to a French school--hang it--hang them
all!--if I do.'