Maskall, of Harchester, whose advice in respect of cardiac trouble
was wide sought.
He had, however, but just launched the question when Hordle entered and,
walking to the head of the table, addressed Damaris.
"Sir Charles desires me to say he will be glad to see you, miss, when you
are at liberty," he told her in muffled accents.
She sprang up, to pause an instant, irresolute, glancing wide-eyed
at Carteret.
He had risen too. Coming round the corner of the table, he drew back her
chair, put his hand under her elbow, went with her to the door.
"There is nothing to dread, dearest witch," he gently and quietly said.
"Have confidence in yourself. God keep you--and him.--Now you are quite
ready? That's right.--Well, then go."
Carteret waited, looking after her until, crossing the hall followed by
Hordle, she passed along the corridor out of sight. Silent, preoccupied,
he closed the door and took a turn the length of the room before resuming
his place at the opposite side of the table to McCabe, facing the light.
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