“When I show it my son he will do as I wish; will he not?”
“No one could refuse to exchange constant anxiety and danger for perpetual substance and respectability.”
“You think he will come with me then?” asked Mrs. Grover, for the sake of hearing such words again.
“I am sure of it, if you find him.”
“If I find him!”
“Yes, at present that little difficultly stands in the way.”
“Oh, how happy I am, and the thought only came into my poor weak head lately. My boy will be a squire, and perhaps they will make him a magistrate. Only fancy his being a magistrate.”
“I confess I cannot fancy it. At present he is hunted like a wild beast, and has been compelled to leave the country—so I have been told. He had better keep out of the way, and no doubt he will, for he is cunning as a fox.”
Mrs. Grover looked at the speaker anxiously.
“What are you doing with my certificate?” said she.