“Call at the house as often as you can, and see how matters are going on there. I suppose Alf will see that all’s right. I hope so, but you keep an eye upon the place and let me know if anything’s amiss.”
“I will—anything else?”
“I don’t know that there is.”
The gipsy leant forward and whispered into her ear, “I am your uncle, and my name is Mr. Bourne. Remember that.”
Miss Stanbridge nodded.
“And Charles is Thompson—that’s understood.”
“If you once address him by the other name, he will be ruined. He bid me charge you to remember that.”
“But I’m not likely to forget it.”
“But you’d better not write to him at all.”
“Has he said so?”