“And his name?” I said, as quietly and indifferently as I could.
“Sir Percival Glyde.”
SIR—Sir Percival! Anne Catherick’s question—that suspicious question about the men of the rank of Baronet whom I might happen to know—had hardly been dismissed from my mind by Miss Halcombe’s return to me in the summer-house, before it was recalled again by her own answer. I stopped suddenly, and looked at her.
“Sir Percival Glyde,
“And his name?” I said, as quietly and indifferently as I could.
“Sir Percival Glyde.”
SIR—Sir Percival! Anne Catherick’s question—that suspicious question about the men of the rank of Baronet whom I might happen to know—had hardly been dismissed from my mind by Miss Halcombe’s return to me in the summer-house, before it was recalled again by her own answer. I stopped suddenly, and looked at her.
“Sir Percival Glyde,
