I found Mrs.Earl very much as I had imagined my mother to have been--a full-faced, ruddy-cheeked woman; with a sweet voice and gentle manners.

She greeted me as if I were her own son returned from a long journey, and when we sat down to talk after breakfast, I felt the joy and peace of one who has found a home after much wandering.
I spent the afternoon with Mr.Earl in his library, and he listened with deep interest to the complete story of my life since the night we parted in Liverpool.
He had many questions to ask me touching the attempt upon my life, and my replies were jotted down in his memorandum-book.

After I had told him all that I was able to tell he sat for some moments thoughtfully turning the pages of the book, stopping now and then to read some of the memoranda.
"It looks pretty bad for them, doesn't it ?" said he calmly, looking up at me over his spectacles.

"But we'll bring this matter to a climax very soon," he continued.

"We haven't seen the last act of the play yet.