In fact, he was secretly glad to hear that
Emilia Saul had met her death at the hand of a man she had
injured. But he kept these sentiments to himself, and after
giving his patient a strong tonic to revive his energies, he
sat by the bedside with his fingers on the pulse of the dying
man. Caranby rallied considerably, and when he began his
recital spoke in stronger tones.
Cuthbert dipped his pen in the ink, but did not dare even to
think. He was wondering how the death of Emilia had come
about, and also how his uncle had gone to the unfinished house
on the same night as he had done. Remembering how Basil
stated he had been chased by someone unknown, Cuthbert began
to fancy he saw light. However, at this moment Caranby began
to speak, and as every moment was precious, both men forbore
to interrupt him unless desirous to have a clearer
understanding on certain points.
"When I came back to England," said Caranby, "I never thought
that Emilia was alive. Owing to the clever way in which the
substitution was effected by Isabella, I always thought Selina
lived at Rose Cottage. Several times I tried to see her,
hoping she would marry me. But she always refused. I was
puzzled at the time, but now I know the reason. I never
thought of looking at the unfinished house. It was a piece of
sentimental folly my shutting it up, but afterwards, as time
slipped by, I never troubled about looking into the matter.
As Cuthbert will tell you, Yeo, laziness is a vice with me.
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