catching him nervously by the collar with one hand, and pointing with the other to the place near which he had found the mouse.
“I see plenty of dry sand,” answered Sir Percival, “and a spot of dirt in the middle of it.”
“Not dirt,” whispered the Count, fastening the other hand suddenly on Sir Percival’s collar, and shaking it in his agitation. “Blood.”
Laura was near enough to hear the last word, softly as he whispered
catching him nervously by the collar with one hand, and pointing with the other to the place near which he had found the mouse.
“I see plenty of dry sand,” answered Sir Percival, “and a spot of dirt in the middle of it.”
“Not dirt,” whispered the Count, fastening the other hand suddenly on Sir Percival’s collar, and shaking it in his agitation. “Blood.”
Laura was near enough to hear the last word, softly as he whispered
