Eustace was apparently engrossed in his book, but not a word did he see on the page he stared at so intently.
"I should have liked to let Mrs. Eustace know to-night, but it is too late now," Harding remarked.
Eustace sank into his chair again and sat staring blankly in front of him.
I saw Eustace alone in the next room while the doctor was in attendance on you.
Our dear Eustace is accused of treason, and his friend and constant associate is involved in the same charge.