“What do you mean?”
“You know. Claude had a lingering liking for that fellow, but she can never speak to him again; and if you play your cards right, her pretty little hand will some day be laid in yours. You’ll give her a new name, and take possession yonder.”
Glyddyr looked at him rather wildly.
“Why, you don’t seem glad, man. Hallo!”
There was a sharp knock just then, and the two occupants of the surgery listened intently to the opening, and the low murmuring of voices.
The servant tapped on the surgery door directly after.
“Mr Trevithick, sir, would be glad to speak to you.”
“Show him in,” said the Doctor. “No, don’t go, Glyddyr. He has come over about that rumour.”
The lawyer entered, and shook hands with both.
“Did not want to interrupt you, Doctor; but I should like a few minutes’ conversation.”