as if he thought his own ears must have deceived him.
“Yes, Sir Percival—Mr. Merriman, from London.”
“Where is he?”
“In the library, Sir Percival.”
He left the table the instant the last answer was given, and hurried out of the room without saying a word to any of us.
“Who is Mr. Merriman?” asked Laura, appealing to me.
“I have not the least idea,” was all I could say in reply.
The Count had finished his fourth tart,
as if he thought his own ears must have deceived him.
“Yes, Sir Percival—Mr. Merriman, from London.”
“Where is he?”
“In the library, Sir Percival.”
He left the table the instant the last answer was given, and hurried out of the room without saying a word to any of us.
“Who is Mr. Merriman?” asked Laura, appealing to me.
“I have not the least idea,” was all I could say in reply.
The Count had finished his fourth tart,
