“Have you considered my last proposal?” said Gray.
“To take a sum of money and leave England for ever?”
“Yes.”
“If you could find some means,” said Learmont, “of ridding me of Sir Francis Hartleton—”
“Who—I—I—I cannot—I dare not.”
“Yet, you might, Jacob Gray.”
“No, no,—I can undertake no such enterprise—what I have already done Squire Learmont, has scarcely met reward.”
“Not met reward, Jacob Gray! Why, you must, methinks, by this time, have a goodly sum of money by you?”
Gray groaned, as he replied,—
“Yes—yes—of course; but not enough for independence; my expenses have been great.”