"And it was. Indeed, his keenest desire, just before his death, was to atone in some way for his unkindness to your mother."
"Nothin' could do that," and Peg's lips tightened.
"That was why he sent for you."
"Sendin' for me won't bring me poor mother back to life, will it?"
"At least we must respect his intentions. He desired that you should be given the advantages your mother had when she was a girl."
"'Ye've made yer bed; lie in it'! That was the message he sent me mother when she was starvin'. And why? Because she loved me father. Well, I love me father an' if he thought his money could separate us he might just as well have let me alone. No one will ever separate us."
"In justice to yourself," proceeded Jerry, "you must know that he set aside the sum of one thousand pounds a year to be paid to the lady who would undertake your training."
Mrs. Chichester covered her eyes to hide the tears of mortification that sprang readily into them.
Alaric looked at Jerry in absolute disgust.
Hawkes frowned his disapproval.