There was silence for a few moments between them. Then Wagram said:
“Father, would you mind telling me all the ins and outs of this while we are on the subject? We shall get it over that way, and then we need never refer to it again.”
“Yes; perhaps it is better,” said the Squire, with a sigh.
And then he set forth the whole story, which, with some additional but immaterial detail, was the same as that which we heard him narrate to Monsignor Culham.
“You know, this man has just been telling me where I can find Everard,” said Wagram when he had done.
The Squire started.
“Where you can find Everard!” he echoed. “But—Wagram, you will never be so mad as to try?”
“How can I do otherwise? Every hour that I am here I am keeping him out of his rights.”
Smiling somewhat feebly the old diplomat asserted himself.
“Hardly, my dear boy. At least not at present—for during my lifetime Everard has no rights. After—”