Leslie was silent, and stood watching the old man.
“Something upset you?” he said at last.
“Upset me? Do you think it’s possible for me to go to my brother’s without being upset?”
“No, no. It has been a terrible business for you all.”
“Wasn’t talking about that,” snapped out Uncle Luke. “That’s dead and buried and forgotten.”
“No, sir; not forgotten.”
“I said, ‘and forgotten.’”
Leslie bowed.
“Confound that woman!” continued Uncle Luke, after a pause. “Talk about Huguenot martyrs, sir; my brother George and that girl have lived a life of martyrdom putting up with her.”
“She is old and eccentric.”