“Leave it to me, my son. Say nothing—leave it to me, my darling.”
[CHAPTER XXVI.—LOVE VERSUS GOLD.]
“Katharine!”
“Yes.”
“I have received the most extraordinary letter.”
“What about, Grizel?”
“What about? Had you not better ask me first who from? Oh, no, you need not turn so pale. It is not from that paragon of your life, Rachel’s and Kitty’s mother.”
“Grizel, I do think you might speak more tenderly of one who has done you no harm and who has suffered much.”
“Well, well, let that pass. You want to know who my present correspondent is. She is no less a person than the mother of our heir.”
“Phil’s mother! Why should she write? She is in the house. Surely she can use her tongue.”