"Stop a moment, Dr Thorne," said Frank. These were the only words which he had yet uttered since the tidings had been conveyed to him.
"And these, squire, are the Greshamsbury papers:" and the doctor, with considerable ceremony, withdrew the covering newspapers. "Look at them; there they all are once again. When I suggested to Mr Snilam that I supposed they might now all go back to the Greshamsbury muniment room, I thought he would have fainted. As I cannot return them to you, you will have to wait till Frank shall give them up."
"But, Dr Thorne," said Frank.
"Well, my boy."
"Does Mary know all about this?"
"Not a word of it. I mean that you shall tell her."
"Perhaps, under such very altered circumstances—"
"Eh?"
"The change is so great and so sudden, so immense in its effects, that Mary may perhaps wish—"
"Wish! wish what? Wish not to be told of it at all?"