"We feel it so,—Clary and I,—and so does Mary. I can't tell you the sort of anxiety we were in all day yesterday. First we got the telegram about your arm,—and then Stemm came down at eight and told us that you were returned. Stemm was quite humane on the occasion."
"Poor Stemm!—I don't know what he'll have to do."
"It won't matter to him, papa;—will it? And then he told me another piece of news."
"What is it?"
"You won't like it, papa. We didn't like it at all."
"What is it, my dear?"
"Stemm says that Ralph has sold all the Newton Priory estate to his uncle."
"It is the best thing he could do."
"Really, papa?"
"I think so. He must have done that or made some disreputable marriage."