“Indeed!” she said in surprise.
“Yes; I have heaps of money. I am a landed proprietor. In another part of England, a long way from here, there is a beautiful mansion which belongs to your humble servant, Adrian Rowton—it is furnished richly, softly, luxuriously. In short, I have a nest of down for my wild bird, and I can deck her with jewels. Oh! child, how lovely you will look when you wear your husband’s diamonds.”
CHAPTER VI.
LONG JOHN.
When an hour later Rowton returned to the Bungalow, Samson met him in the porch.
“Scrivener has come,” he said.
“Scrivener! I did not expect him to-day,” said Rowton, a frown gathering between his thick brows.
“He has come, sir, and he wants to see you; he is waiting in the dining-room. There is a good bit of excitement about him—I cannot tell what the news can be.”
“Well, I’ll go to him,” said Rowton; “don’t keep me, Samson.”
“When will you want the horse saddled, sir? You are going to catch the two o’clock train, are you not?”
“No, I have changed my mind. I shall not leave here before night or early to-morrow morning; get back to your work now, don’t keep me.”