"And do you know the kind of life he lives?"
"I have heard," I replied.
"And would you feel happy, Jasper Pennington, if you bought back your home, got by such means?"
"As for that," I replied, for I did not feel comfortable under her words, "what harm is there in smuggling? I know of several parsons who buy smuggled goods."
"If smuggling were all!" she said, significantly.
"But is it not all?" I queried. "Your father told me that this was all he required."
"Do you think you could gain enough by smuggling? Bill Lurgy has been with my father for years; does he look like one who could buy back Pennington?"
"He is but a paid man," I replied. "Your father has promised that I shall have shares in his profits."
A look of scorn flashed from her eyes, which I could not understand, and she seemed to be about to say some words which caused her much feeling, when her eyes looked straight into mine, and I saw the blood course up into her face, until her very brow became crimson. Her hands trembled, too, while her lips twitched so that she was unable to speak.