49/53 "It had something to do with Sir Walter Scott. Lockhart--no, Lockhart's is a different place. It was either the Bride of Lammermoor or--yes," he cried triumphantly, "it was the Ravenswood, in Southampton Row." Emmy rose. The switch off onto the trivial piece of paper had braced her unstrung nerves for a final effort: that, and the terror of meeting Zora. |