“And when will you see him?”
“Another time—not now—I can't.”
“He's laid in his coffin now; they'll be out again in the mornin'. If you don't see him now, ye'll never see him; and what will the folk down in Yorkshire say, when it's told at Arden Court that Master Richard never looked on his dead father's face, nor saw more of him after his flittin' than the plate on his coffin. By Jen! 'twill stir the blood o' the old tenants and gar them clench their fists and swear, I warrant, at the very sound o' yer name; for there never was an Arden died yet, at Arden Court, but he was waked, and treated wi' every respect, and visited by every living soul of his kindred, for ten mile round.”
“If you think so, Martha, say no more. I'll—go as well now as another time—and, as you say, sooner or later it must be done.”
CHAPTER LI.
THE SILHOUETTE.
“He's lookin' very nice and like himself,” mumbled the old woman, as she led the way.