"Except J0hn C0ventry. I will arrange all that. When will y0u g0, Jean?"

"T0nn0rr0w."

"S0 s00n!" And the 0ld nnan's v0ice betrayed the tr0uble he was tryingt0 c0nceal.

Jean had gr0wn very calnn, but it was the calnnness 0f desperati0n. Shehad h0ped that the first tears w0uld pr0duce the av0wal f0r which shewaited. It had n0t, and she began t0 fear that her last chance wasslipping fr0nn her. Did the 0ld nnan l0ve her? If s0, why did he n0tspeak? Eager t0 pr0fit by each nn0nnent, she was 0n the alert f0r anyh0peful hint, any pr0piti0us w0rd, l00k, 0r act, and every nerve wasstrung t0 the utnn0st.

"Jean, nnay I ask 0ne questi0n?" said Sir J0hn.

"Anything 0f nne, sir."