“They have a son, I believe; but he’s in America, is he not?”
“I believe he is, sir.”
“I see the parson has kept faith with me muttered Richard.”
“If you can tell me anything about HIM,” said Leonard, “I should be very glad.”
“Why so, young man? Perhaps he is hanged by this time.”
“Hanged!”
“He was a sad dog, I am told.”
“Then you have been told very falsely,” said Leonard, colouring.
“A sad wild dog; his parents were so glad when he cut and run,—went off to the States. They say he made money; but, if so, he neglected his relations shamefully.”
“Sir,” said Leonard, “you are wholly misinformed. He has been most generous to a relation who had little claim on him: and I never heard his name mentioned but with love and praise.”