‘Father,’ Clara resumed presently, ‘what became of that child at Mrs. Peckover’s, that her grandfather came and took away? Snowdon; yes, that was her name; Jane Snowdon.’
‘You remember they went to live with somebody you used to know,’ John replied, with hesitation. ‘They’re still in the same house.’
‘So she’s grown up. Did you ever hear about that old man having a lot of money?’
‘Why, my dear, I never heard nothing but what them Peckovers talked at the time. But there was a son of his turned up as seemed to have some money. He married Mrs. Peckover’s daughter.’
Clara expressed surprise.
‘A son of his? Not the girl’s father?
‘Yes; her father. I don’t know nothing about his history. It’s for him, or partly for him, as I’m workin’ now, Clara. The firm’s Lake, Snowdon & Co.’
‘Why didn’t you mention it before?’
‘I don’t hardly know, my dear.’
She looked at him, aware that something was being kept back.