“No, Sir. They were not so happy.”
“What suffering could be greater?”
“They do talk dreadfully in this town, Sir; and I dare say it’s not true, but if it is it’s enough to make a man’s blood ran cold.”
“You excite my curiosity. Remember I am an American, and these things seem odd to me. I always thought your British aristocrats could not be ruined.”
“Here was one, Sir, that was, anyhow.”
“Go on.”
“Well, Sir, the old man died in the alms-house. The others got well. As soon as they were well enough they went away.”
“How did they get away?”
“Potts helped them,” replied the tailor, in a peculiar tone. “They went away from the village.”
“Where did they go?”