She was much surprised—in the first place by Jörgen's knowing, in the second, by the fifty thousand.
"Uncle Klaus himself said two hundred thousand."
"Yes, your father has that sum invested in Uncle's ships and commercial enterprises. But lately, before he was taken ill, he sent Uncle fifty thousand more, which he had lying idle."
"How do you know?"
"Uncle told me."
"There is no note of this last sum in father's books."
"No; your father probably did not take the trouble to enter it; he was not in the habit of doing so. Besides"—here Jörgen paused—"are you in possession of all your father's business papers?"
Into this subject Mary would not enter; she knew that the question was a natural one; but how in the world did Jörgen——? Perhaps through Mrs. Dawes. What he had told her, however, rejoiced her. She stood still; there was something she wanted to say. But the wind caught up her skirts, unloosed some of her hair, and blew about her scarf.
"How perfectly lovely you look!" Jörgen exclaimed.
"But Jörgen—then there is nothing in the way!"