“Well, yes, he has. Do you know what it is?”
She shook her head.
“No. Will you tell me?”
“A man has come down upon him for a large sum of money,” he said. “A man named Mowle.”
She drew a sharp breath, and her face grew pale. Then she looked at him quickly.
“But—but I thought——”
His face did not change, and he shrugged his shoulders.
“I know. You mean that I told you I had got all the debts. Well, I thought I had, but I must have missed these somehow. At any rate, this fellow has got them, and he wants them paid, and the squire can’t see his way——”
“Oh, poor papa, poor papa!” she breathed.
He ventured to take her hand.