Yet every now and then a memory of
sadness would pass over his face, like a dark ripple on the clear
surface of a lake.
"Tell me, Monty," he said one evening, "all about what happened after I
left Roslyn."
"Gladly, Eric; now that your name is cleared, there is--"
"My name cleared!" said Eric, leaning forward eagerly. "Did you say
that?"
"Yes, Eric. Didn't you know, then, that the thief had been discovered?"
"No," he murmured faintly, leaning back; "O thank God, thank God! Do
tell me all about it, Monty."
"Well, Eric, I will tell you all from the beginning. You may guess how
utterly astonished we were in the morning, when we heard that you had
run away. Wildney here was the first to discover it, for he went early
to your bed-room----"
"Dear little Sunbeam," interrupted Eric, resting his hand against
Wildney's cheek; but Wildney shook his fist at him when he heard the
forbidden name.
"He found the door locked," continued Montagu, "and called to you, but
there came no answer; this made us suspect the truth, and we were
certain, of it when some one caught sight of the pendent sheet.
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