“Do you know whether he has money, or whether his father has?”
“No; but old Mr. Burt is his grandfather.”
“What! his mother’s father?”
“I believe so. I know Fanny always said he was Hope Wayne’s cousin.”
Mr. Newt pondered for a little while. His brow contracted.
“Why on earth have they run away? Did Mr. Burt’s grandson suppose he would be unwelcome to me? Has he been in the habit of coming here, Nancy?”
“No, not much.”
“Have you seen them since this thing?”
“No, indeed,” replied the mother, bursting into tears afresh.
Her husband looked at her darkly.