"Richard!" he exclaimed, "what does this mean?"
"Look!" cried the other, pointing through the window to a grassy walk
in the grounds, bounded on either side by shrubberies, and situated at a
little distance from the house. "Who is that man?--quick! before we lose
sight of him--the man crossing there from one shrubbery to the other?"
Sir Joseph failed to recognize the figure before it disappeared.
Turlington whispered fiercely, close to his ear--"Launcelot Linzie!"
In perfect good faith Sir Joseph declared that the man could not
possibly have been Launce. Turlington's frenzy of jealous suspicion was
not to be so easily calmed. He asked significantly for Natalie. She was
reported to be walking in the grounds. "I knew it!" he said, with
an oath--and hurried out into the grounds to discover the truth for
himself.
Some little time elapsed before he came back to the house. He had
discovered Natalie--alone. Not a sign of Launce had rewarded his search.
For the hundredth time he had offended Natalie. For the hundredth time
he was compelled to appeal to the indulgence of her father and her aunt.
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