that he could scarcely speak.
Having taken a seat, however, he contrived to say, though in broken
words, 'What--what have you to say to me--more than has been said
already?'
The room was old and large, very imperfectly lighted, and terminated in
a bay window, about which hung some heavy drapery. Casting his eyes in
this direction as he spoke, he thought he made out the dusky figure of
a man. He was confirmed in this impression by seeing that the object
moved, as if uneasy under his scrutiny.
'Who's that yonder?' he said.
'One who has conveyed to us, within these two hours, the intelligence
which caused our sending to you,' replied brother Charles. 'Let him be,
sir, let him be for the present.'
'More riddles!' said Ralph, faintly. 'Well, sir?'
In turning his face towards the brothers he was obliged to avert it from
the window; but, before either of them could speak, he had looked round
again. It was evident that he was rendered restless and uncomfortable by
the presence of the unseen person; for he repeated this action several
times, and at length, as if in a nervous state which rendered him
positively unable to turn away from the place, sat so as to have it
opposite him, muttering as an excuse that he could not bear the light.
The brothers conferred apart for a short time: their manner showing
that they were agitated. Ralph glanced at them twice or thrice, and
ultimately said, with a great effort to recover his self-possession,
'Now, what is this? If I am brought from home at this time of night, let
it be for something. What have you got to tell me?' After a short pause,
he added, 'Is my niece dead?'
He had struck upon a key which rendered the task of commencement an
easier one. Brother Charles turned, and said that it was a death of
which they had to tell him, but that his niece was well.
'You don't mean to tell me,' said Ralph, as his eyes brightened, 'that
her brother's dead? No, that's too good. I'd not believe it, if you told
me so. It would be too welcome news to be true.'
'Shame on you, you hardened and unnatural man,' cried the other brother,
warmly. 'Prepare yourself for intelligence which, if you have any human
feeling in your breast, will make even you shrink and tremble. What if
we tell you that a poor unfortunate boy: a child in everything but never
having known one of those tender endearments, or one of those lightsome
hours which make our childhood a time to be remembered like a happ
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