“I had to read them to see what they were, as well as I could make out, and sorted them and tied them up in bundles.”
“Can you tell me whether they were Delavie wills?”
“I should think they were. I know that the oldest of all were Latin, and I could make nothing out in them but something about Manoriem and Carminster, and what looked like the names of some of the fields at home.”
“Do you think you could show me those slips?”
“I do not suppose any one has touched them.”
“Then, my dear young lady, you would confer a great favour on me if you would allow Mr. Belamour and myself to escort you to Delavie and show us these papers. I fear it may be alarming and distressing.”
“Oh no, sir, I know no harm can happen to me where Mr. Belamour is,” she said, smiling.
“It may be very important,” he said, and she went to put on her hood.
“Surely,” said Mr. Wayland, “the title-deeds cannot have been left there?”
“No. The title-deeds to the main body of the property are at Hargrave’s. I have seen them, at the time of my brother’s marriage; but still this may be what was wanting.”