"What does he want of the boy now?" asked Rudolph.
"It is I that want to find the boy."
"Without his knowledge?"
"If you refer to my husband, he is dead."
"Dead! You don't say so?"
"He died six months ago."
"Well, I didn't expect that. Who has got the estate?"
"I have."
The tramp whistled, and surveyed the lady with genuine admiration. Here was a poor governess, who had succeeded in life with a vengeance. When he knew her she was not worth fifty pounds in the world. Now she was a mistress of a fine English estate, with a rental of two thousand pounds.
"Wasn't there no heirs?" he asked.