"Very good," said Mr. Scriven; "and pray how do you intend to live yourself?"
"By my wits," answered Charles, "as many other people do, I believe."
"Oh, plenty, plenty!" said Mr. Scriven. "Pray, have you seen your friend Colonel Middleton lately?"
"Yes; I walked with him for an hour this morning," answered Charles, his colour a good deal heightened at the insinuation which lay couched in his uncle's abrupt question.
"Then he has not gone down to Frimley again, to look for Miss Hayley?" said Mr. Scriven, with a meaning smile.
Charles paused, a good deal struck. This was a new link in the chain of evidence proving that Henry Hayley and Frank Middleton were one; but he feared the use his uncle might make of the fact, if he could once establish it, and replied--
"You still suspect him of being Henry Hayley, I see; but I fancy you would have great difficulty in proving it."
"I have no interest in proving it," replied Mr. Scriven, in an indifferent tone; "it would not benefit me. However, as you have now explained what this lawyer wants, he shall have copies of the deeds. Of course, you have a right to do what you like with your own; but, if you will follow my advice, you will take care what you are about; for if your father's creditors get hold of the capital, it will benefit neither him nor you."
"I will take care," replied Charles.
And merely saying "Good-bye," Mr. Scriven walked away, passing Mr. Winkworth without taking any notice.