“Oh, no, no!” breathed Una, with a sudden pallor. “Perhaps I shall never go again.”
Mrs. Davenant looked at her curiously, and relapsed into silence until they reached home.
Then, as they entered the drawing-room, she said, with a little nervous smile:
“I have heard from my son Stephen, Una.”
“From your son?”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Davenant. “It is good news. He has become very rich. His uncle, Squire Davenant, has left him everything he possessed.”
Una started and turned pale. Then Jack had been left nothing! That was why he had looked so grave and troubled.
“Everything?” she asked.
“Everything,” said Mrs. Davenant, with a sigh: “the Hurst and the estate, and all the money, and he is very rich—very rich indeed.”
Una looked before her dreamily. She could not say, “I am very glad.” Mrs. Davenant waited a moment.