ABSTRACT
The scene of the morning had caused considerable speculation. The count, though slightly indisposed – appeared at dinner; after which Lord Glenarvon took a hasty leave. It need not be said what Calantha’s feelings were. Gondimar and Lady Margaret talked much together, during the evening. Calantha wrote in anxiety to Glenarvon. No one was now near to comfort her. As she retired slowly and sadly to her room in dreadful suspense, O’Kelly, Glenarvon’s servant, passed her on the stairs. The sight of his countenance was joy to her. ‘My lord waits to see you, at the back door on the terrace,’ he said, as he affected to hasten away with a portmanteau on his shoulder. She heard and marked the words, and watching an opportunity hastened to the / door. It was locked; but O’Kelly awaited her and opened it. To be in the power of this man was nothing: he was Glenarvon’s long tried and faithful servant; yet she felt confused when she met his eyes; and thought it an indignity that her secret had been betrayed to him. Glenarvon, however, had commanded her to trust him; and every command of his she too readily obeyed. ‘My lord is going,’ said the man. ‘Where?’ she cried; in the utmost agony. ‘From Ireland,’ said O’Kelly. ‘But he waits for you by yonder tree,’ she hastened forward.
