"I presume not," said Mrs. Marlowe, dryly.
CHAPTER III.
A VISIT TO THE FACTORY.
During dinner the old man chatted away in the frankest manner, but not a word did he let drop as to his worldly circumstances. He appeared to enjoy his dinner, and showed himself entirely at his ease.
"I'm glad to see you so well fixed, Albert," he said. "You've got a fine home."
"It will do very well," returned the squire, modestly.
"I suppose he never was in such a good house before," thought Mrs. Marlowe.
"By the way, just before I fell in with you here," went on Jacob, "I ran across Mary's boy."