"Nephew of Colonel Sutherland--hum--Scarsdale--happy to make your acquaintance," said Sir John, doubtfully. "We didn't expect to meet you here of all places in the world; did we, Roger, boy? Got something to say to you by-and-bye, Mr. Scarsdale--if you'll do us the honour--about that confounded fellow Pouncet, and this--this young fellow here." "When you please, Sir John," said Horace, with a giddiness about him scarcely bearable. Sir John was playing with a newspaper on the table--the Kenlisle paper, which always came there. Perhaps the notice, the intimation, the seal of all his breathless terrors and ghastly expectations lay there; but it was as unattainable as though strong walls had surrounded it, guarded by the trifling fingers of that stranger's hand. This newspaper, however--the common vulgar broadsheet--kept thus in his sight, yet beyond his reach, rapt the mind of Horace out of all excitement as to any other question. He knew well enough, with the dull certainty which other matters had in his mind, that Musgrave and his friend must have heard from Mrs. Stenhouse of his own connection with Mr. Pouncet, and call to the deathbed of her husband; but he felt no apprehension about their questions, cared nothing about the matter--in short, cared for nothing in the world at this moment but that paper rustling under the baronet's careless hand. "Mr. Scarsdale is Edmund's man of business," cried Amelia. "Oh, poor dear little Edmund! I never shall forget that scene! Fancy, Sir John, Edmund taking it into his head that he was going to die, frightening poor mamma out of her wits, and sending for the doctor and Mr. Scarsdale long past midnight, when everybody was asleep. I peeped in at the door just after the doctor went, and there was poor Mr. Scarsdale at the table writing Edmund's will. I had such a laugh after I knew all was safe, and my little brother no worse than usual; for, only think of Mr. Scarsdale humouring Edmund, when he knew it was no good, and writing his will!" "It was very kind of Mr. Scarsdale, Amelia," said Mrs. Stenhouse.