Eight o'clock found me the next morning in London, and, without waiting for rest or refreshment, I started at once for Crown Anstey.
It was only too true.

I found my old home full of the wildest confusion; women were weeping and wringing their hands--the whole place was in disorder.
I was shown into the library, and in a few minutes Coralie came to me.

I hardly recognized her; her face was white, her eyes were dim with long watching and bitter tears.
"I knew you would come," she said.

"He is dying, Edgar; nothing in the world can save him.

Come with me." I followed her to the pretty chamber where little Sir Rupert lay.