Was there nothing else that was unpleasant? Did she not think of the poor boy who, as she thought, was killed, and at her instigation? Yes, she thought often of him, but as much as she could she kept the subject away from her thoughts.
"He's better off," she said to herself. "He didn't know anything of the property, and he wasn't fit to possess it. All the troubles of life are over for him."
"What are your plans, Mr. Rugg?" she asked.
"I have a mind to go down to Middleton Hall with you, ma'am. I used to live there years ago, and I might find some of my old cronies."
"For that very reason you must not go," she said, hastily. "They would be asking you all sorts of questions, and you'd be letting out something."
"They wouldn't get nothing out of me."
"If you made no answer it would be as bad. They would suspect you."
"And you, too."
"Precisely."