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He had reached the station； some time after the departure of the London train。 The clerk at the office recognized his description of Emily； and stated that she had taken her ticket for London。 The station…master had opened the carriage door for her； and had noticed that the young lady appeared to be very much agitated。 This information obtained； Alban had dispatched a telegram to Emilyin Cecilia's name： 〃Pray send us a few words to relieve our anxiety； and let us know if we can be of any service to you。〃
This was plainly all that could be donebut Cecilia was not satisfied。 If her father had permitted it； she would have followed Emily。 Alban comforted her。 He apologized to Mr。 Wyvil for shortening his visit； and announced his inten tion of traveling to London by the next train。 〃We may renew our inquiries to some advantage；〃 he added； after hearing what had happened in his absence； 〃if we can find out who was the last person who saw her； and spoke to her； before your daughter found her alone in the drawing…room。 When I went out of the room； I left her with Miss de Sor。〃
The maid who waited on Miss de Sor was sent for。 Francine had been out； by herself； walking in the park。 She was then in her room； changing her dress。 On hearing of Emily's sudden departure； she had been （as the maid reported） 〃much shocked and quite at a loss to understand what it meant。〃
Joining her friends a few minutes later； Francine presented； so far as personal appearance went； a strong contrast to the pale and anxious faces round her。 She looked wonderfully well； after her walk。 In other respects； she was in perfect harmony with the prevalent feeling。 She expressed herself with the utmost propriety； her sympathy moved poor Cecilia to tears。
〃I am sure； Miss de Sor； you will try to help us？〃 Mr。 Wyvil began
〃With the greatest pleasure；〃 Francine answered。
〃How long were you and Miss Emily Brown together； after Mr。 Morris left you？〃
〃Not more than a quarter of an hour； I should think。〃
〃Did anything remarkable occur in the course of conversation？〃
〃Nothing whatever。〃
Alban interfered for the first time。 〃Did you say anything；〃 he asked； 〃which agitated or offended Miss Brown？〃
〃That's rather an extraordinary question；〃 Francine remarked。
〃Have you no other answer to give？〃 Alban inquired。
〃I answerNo！〃 she said； with a sudden outburst of anger。
There； the matter dropped。 While she spoke in reply to Mr。 Wyvil； Francine had confronted him without embarrassment。 When Alban interposed； she never looked at himexcept when he provoked her to anger。 Did she remember that the man who was questioning her； was also the man who had suspected her of writing the anonymous letter？ Alban was on his guard against himself； knowing how he disliked her。 But the conviction in his own mind was not to be resisted。 In some unimaginable way； Francine was associated with Emily's flight from the house。
The answer to the telegram sent from the railway station had not arrived； when Alban took his departure for London。 Cecilia's suspense began to grow unendurable： she looked to Mirabel for comfort； and found none。 His office was to console； and his capacity for performing that office was notorious among his admirers； but he failed to present himself to advantage； when Mr。 Wyvil's lovely daughter had need of his services。 He was； in truth； too sincerely anxious and distressed to be capable of commanding his customary resources of ready…made sentiment and fluently…pious philosophy。 Emily's influence had awakened the only earnest and true feeling which had ever ennobled the popular preacher's life。
Toward evening； the long…expected telegram was received at last。 What could be said； under the circumstances； it said in these words：
〃Safe at homedon't be uneasy about mewill write soon。〃
With that promise they were； for the time； forced to be content。
BOOK THE FIFTHTHE COTTAGE。
CHAPTER XLIX。
EMILY SUFFERS。
Mrs。 Ellmotherleft in charge of Emily's place of abode； and feeling sensible of her lonely position from time to timehad just thought of trying the cheering influence of a cup of tea； when she heard a cab draw up at the cottage gate。 A violent ring at the bell followed。 She opened the doorand found Emily on the steps。 One look at that dear and familiar face was enough for the old servant。
〃God help us；〃 she cried； 〃what's wrong now？〃
Without a word of reply； Emily led the way into the bedchamber which had been the scene of Miss Letitia's death。 Mrs。 Ellmother hesitated on the threshold。
〃Why do you bring me in here？〃 she asked。
〃Why did you try to keep me out？〃 Emily answered。
〃When did I try to keep you out； miss？〃
〃When I came home from school； to nurse my aunt。 Ah； you remember now！ Is it trueI ask you here； where your old mistress diedis it true that my aunt deceived me about my father's death？ And that you knew it？〃
There was dead silence。 Mrs。 Ellmother trembled horriblyher lips dropped aparther eyes wandered round the room with a stare of idiotic terror。 〃Is it her ghost tells you that？〃 she whispered。 〃Where is her ghost？ The room whirls round and round； missand the air sings in my ears。〃
Emily sprang forward to support her。 She staggered to a chair； and lifted her great bony hands in wild entreaty。 〃Don't frighten me；〃 she said。 〃Stand back。〃
Emily obeyed her。 She dashed the cold sweat off her forehead。 〃You were talking about your father's death just now；〃 she burst out； in desperate defiant tones。 〃Well！ we know it and we are sorry for ityour father died suddenly。〃
〃My father died murdered in the inn at Zeeland！ All the long way to London； I have tried to doubt it。 Oh； me； I know it now！〃
Answering in those words； she looked toward the bed。 Harrowing remembrances of her aunt's delirious self…betrayal made the room unendurable to her。 She ran out。 The parlor door was open。 Entering the room； she passed by a portrait of her father； which her aunt had hung on the wall over the fireplace。 She threw herself on the sofa and burst into a passionate fit of crying。 〃Oh； my fathermy dear； gentle； loving father； my first； best； truest friendmurdered！ murdered！ Oh； God； where was your justice； where was your mercy； when he died that dreadful death？〃
A hand was laid on her shoulder； a voice said to her； 〃Hush； my child！ God knows best。〃
Emily looked up； and saw that Mrs。 Ellmother had followed her。 〃You poor old soul；〃 she said； suddenly remembering； 〃I frightened you in the other room。〃
〃I have got over it； my dear。 I am old； and I have lived a hard life。 A hard life schools a person。 I make no complaints。〃 She stopped； and began to shudder again。 〃Will you believe me if I tell you something？〃 she asked。 〃I warned my self…willed mistress。 Standing by your father's coffin； I warned her。 Hide the truth as you may （I said）； a time will come when our child will know what you are keeping from her now。 One or both of us may live to see it。 I am the one who has lived； no refuge in the grave for me。 I want to hear about itthere's no fear of frightening or hurting me now。 I want to hear how you found it out。 Was it by accident； my dear？ or did a person tell you？〃
Emily's mind was far away fr