“But I would refuse to go,” said Kate, with spirit.
Garstang smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.
“Will you give me credit, as an old lawyer, my dear child, for knowing a little of the law?”
“Of course,” she cried.
“Well, let me tell you that if James Wilton finds out where you are, I foresee endless troubles. You know his projects?”
Kate nodded quickly.
“To compass those plans, he will stop at nothing, even force. But supposing I defeat him in that, for I tell you frankly I should make every effort, he would set the law to work. If I get the best counsel I can, we shall have a long, wearisome lawsuit, and probably your late father’s estate will be thrown into Chancery. You will become a ward of the Lord Chancellor, and the inroads made upon your fortune will be frightful.”
“I don’t think I should care,” said Kate, looking at him wistfully, “so long as I could be at peace.”
“Have you thought out any relative or friend whom you feel that you can trust, and to whom you would like to go?”
“No; not yet,” said Kate, wearily; “and I have tried very hard.”