Drake looked
in, and instructed her on this occasion, for the first time, to lay
the table for two persons. The admiral had received a letter from his
nephew. Early that evening Mr. George Bartram was expected to return to
St. Crux.
CHAPTER III.
AFTER placing the second cover, Magdalen awaited the ringing of the
dinner-bell, with an interest and impatience which she found it no easy
task to conceal. The return of Mr. Bartram would, in all probability,
produce a change in the life of the house; and from change of any kind,
no matter how trifling, something might be hoped. The nephew might be
accessible to influences which had failed to reach the uncle. In any
case, the two would talk of their affairs over their dinner; and
through that talk--proceeding day after day in her presence--the way
to discovery, now absolutely invisible, might, sooner or later, show
itself.
At last the bell rang, the door opened, and the two gentlemen entered
the room together.
Magdalen was struck, as her sister had been struck, by George Bartram's
resemblance to her father--judging by the portrait at Combe-Raven, which
presented the likeness of Andrew Vanstone in his younger days.
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